I see several of my fellow authors here are showcasing their writing areas/office or dreams therein. I have those same dreams too…and I tell myself that if only I had only these components, I would write like the wind and every book would be a bestseller.
Here’s my list if I had my druthers (and I do–I just don’t have a good writing space):
A chandelier. Of course I need sparkly things! And what better than a chandelier? And the more rhinestones the better. It makes rainbows and story ideas. Plus, you, know light. Seriously, this is a NEED.
Comfort is also a must. So I’m thinking a fur couch would so the trick. If I happen to nod off during a a writing excursion, I would be assured of yummy dreams that in turn, would improve my story.
Hydration is key when it comes to writing and the best refreshment on the planet (no, not water–silly!) is Diet Coke–fountain Diet Coke. Nothing. Better. Plus it has that added caffeine that helps keep the fingers humming across the keyboard. If the fur couch beckons, Diet Sprite can be substituted. But I really need one of these in my office.
A close second to hydration is sustenance. And if one is a romance writer (like me!) then only the food of the gods will suffice…that ambrosia known as chocolate. And I’m not talking waxy paraffin footballs in shiny wrappers. I’m talking about the stuff that sounds French and is expensive and should come in its own fountain dispenser. (I might need a bigger fur couch).
Last but not least, is the actual writing instrument. And baby, it better be good. This little number is the second most expensive laptop in the world, clocking in at $3, 55, 000 (whatever that is–probably some foreign number). Why is this one better than the most expensive laptop ($10, 00, 000)? Because this one has diamonds. The other one is solid gold inside or something. I need my bling (remember the chandelier?)
So there you have it. Actually, so there I don’t have it. If I did, I’d be kicking Danielle Steele’s butt and taking Stephen King’s name (and I don’t even write horror!). For now, I’ll continue to seek out a corner on a couch, with my refurb laptop, with my glass of water and overripe banana and call it good.
A girl can dream, right?