Sunday, August 07, 2005

Space To Call My Own


I’ve occasionally wondered where great writers write. Do they have a desk in front of a window that overlooks the ocean? Or are they huddled in some dark corner of the attic typing by candlelight? Or possibly in an upstairs office suite downtown where the noises of the street stream in like the light? Or possibly a Hemmingway type might just handwrite some prose on a table at his favorite bar, his paper blotted somewhat by beer spilled from the frosted mug nearby.

Anyway, I’m publishing the photo of my writing space for what it’s worth. It’s in the southeast corner of my basement, which isn’t noteworthy except that I’m safe in case of a tornado. The doodle art on the wall I colored over a quarter century ago. The desk clock is surprisingly accurate, running on a battery at least a dozen years old. My dinosaur of a computer is at least that old too. It can’t connect to the internet and can’t run CDs. I have a newer computer upstairs that can go on-line and has gobs more memory. But there are too many distractions nearby for me to write there.

So here I’ve written stories, blogs, Xmas letters, eulogies, poems, a few short sports articles for the local newspaper, journals, my unfinished movie scripts, e-mails to friends and relatives, my resume, and whatever else I’ve had mind to write over the past ten plus years. I’ve also played about a thousand games of FreeCell.

Oh, about the beads. Those are new this year. I just didn’t have any place else to put them in the house. Most of those my wife and I collected at a Mardi Gras parade in Fairhope, Alabama where the local Knights hurled prizes from their floats to the hordes eagerly gathered there. Mardi Gras actually was celebrated in Alabama first before it became popular in New Orleans. Besides the beads, we managed to snag a plush lobster, a toy football, a Frisbee, and ten or so moon pies. We got pretty good at outleaping the kids. However, after my wife snagged a nifty ring of a half-dozen beads, some lady about our age walked up and grabbed them with one hand, while she took hold of my fuzzy lobster with the other hand. Wendy had to let go of her bead prize, though I wrested loose my little red lobster. Honestly, the greed of some people.

6 Comments:

Blogger Gypsybobocowgirl said...

Only a thousand games of Freecell? I managed to break my addiction to Freecell and replace it with Spider Solitare. It is an addiction.
I have to work in solitary confinement myself, so I understand a corner of the basement or whereever it is quiet.

And, Kudo's on getting Guy Clark/Rodney Crowell right. Seeing Guy Clark is something worth getting tickets for. He is a master craftsman with words. Every song he writes paints a picture in your mind, wether it is goofy, like Homegrown Tomatoes, or completely moving, like The Cape.

6:04 PM  
Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Well, a guy sitting there would HAVE to write, because there certainly isn't much to distract.

7:02 AM  
Blogger Trucker Bob said...

Re: comment at hoss's. Your brother has good taste!

4:25 AM  
Blogger Monique said...

My writing space is currently smack in the middle of the living room. I hate it! My second child took over what was formerly the "office." I have been prepping my husband that I'm going to buy a laptop and a wireless network so I can go wherever in the house is quietest.

PS: you've been to my blog before. I don't know how you found me but you were one of the first to leave me a comment a couple of months ago!

7:10 AM  
Blogger Monique said...

I wanted to clarify, in case you don't make it back to my blog to see it, that the reason I was here earlier was because I recognized your name on Hoss's blog (having seen you before on mine) and was intrigued that he had commented here, so I came to check you out. It had nothing to do with anything I was posting in my own blog and it was just really unlucky timing on my part if it seemed that way.

6:10 PM  
Blogger WordWhiz said...

Cool. It's neat to be able to envision our fellow bloggers in their natural environment!! My computer is in the basement too. The room doubles as my son's room, when he's home on leave from the army. (Which means that I'm evicted from my work area several times a year - but it's worth it to have my soldier at home!)

Thanks for stopping by my blog.

8:12 AM  

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