I'm a great believer in Virginia Woolf's advice to women to set aside a room for their creative pursuits. It may not always be practical, but I'm fascinated by the prospect.
I've been daydreaming about carving out a creative space in our new home. Someplace to knit, sew, paint, write letters, and read. I've been inspired by a few different sources, many of which I've included here.
I recently stumbled upon Eileen Spinelli's bio in
I Like Noisy, Mom Likes Quiet, which stuck with me for obvious reasons.
She writes,
As a young child, I spent Saturdays at the Sellers Memorial Library in Upper Darby, Pennsylvania. It was there that I fell in love with words and decided to become a writer.
My father gave me his old black manual typewriter. The key of Z stuck. Fine. I would not write stories about zebras or zippers.
My father made me a desk from orange crates.
My mother filled a box with paper.
And that's how I began.
I love my writing life.
My office is on the second floor of our home. It's quite cozy. Plants at the windows. My desk, our old dining room table. A Teddy bear. Photos of my favorite people. An overstuffed chair. An electric typewriter. (No, I don't use a computer.)
Sometimes I'm so eager to get to work that I don't take the time to get dressed in the morning. I just run upstairs in my nightie, with a cup of tea and an idea or two.
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1 comment:
oh I wish! What lovely rooms you've pulled together. I found a place that sells manual typewriters and ink. I'm saving up!
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