I've been thinking about the spaces in which we write a lot recently because, for various reasons, I haven't been able to spend much time in my study since moving into my new(ish) home. Some of the reasons are purely practical ones, but there's also been the more psychological reason that the room simply didn't feel right. It felt more like an office than a study; it wasn't the sort of place in which I felt comfortable and inspired, and able to lose myself in stories.
This was a problem.
It niggled and nipped at me.
So I finally tackled it last weekend.
I swapped the deskside filing cabinet for a little bookcase, and covered the ugly desk with a lacy tablecloth bought from a charity shop (in fact, the same lacy table cloth I used part of to make my lightshade). I covered the filing cabinet with a pretty Indian textile, and added a wooden bowl, crystals and feathers. I dotted ornaments and crystals around the bookshelves, and threw down a couple of old rag rugs. I tied an old shawl over one of the curtains to break up its mono-colour and give it some character. Finally, I framed and hung a selection of inspirational pictures above the desk (which faces a wall, not a window).
And you know what? It didn't cost me a penny, and I now love the room so much I can barely keep out of it.
Our writing spaces are precious. It doesn't matter if we're lucky enough to have a whole room, a corner of one, or a cubby under the stairs. A shed or a kitchen table. The place where we do the majority of our writing has to be a special in some way. A single talisman placed on the shelf next to the compost in the shed might be enough to conjure the 'special'; a certain mug that sits at our side at the kitchen table, or even a particular pen that conjures the writing zone. We are invoking magic when we tap into our well of creativity, and we need to create our sacred space in which to do that.
So, a question: do you have a sacred writing space? If so, what is it that makes it special?