Writing Space!

So, the ever-lovely Tahereh pointed out that The Rejectionist did a post today on writing spaces, and has asked to see where everyone is hard at work writing the next great American novel. And I thought, that's fun, I should do that!

So, here follows a great deal of LARGE photos, because I fail at resizing things. Apologies.

I write in my bedroom (when I go back to school I'll have to do another one of these), which is really quite small but lovely and cozy. I do need to repaint it and get rid of the border we put up when I was 13.



Because writing, as everyone knows, is fueled by caffeine. Mine happens to be tea. This is the mug I drink most of that tea from. It is sitting atop the printout of Letters to Oliver.



My bulletin board, which sits behind my computer and contains reminderly post-it-notes (what would I do without post-it-notes?) and a mini calendar of Paris.



My wonderful laptop. It is named Deep Thought. And has the TARDIS console screen as its desktop.



The bookshelf my Dad and I built to go on top of my bed in the place where the top bunk used to be.



And, of course, your friendly neighborhood writing assistant, a cat. His name is Sandy. This is a two cat family; however, the other cat declined to be photographed.




And that is the place in which I write. And also sleep, and read, and lounge about with friends, and such.

Speaking of writing, I should go do some.