When I first started writing, our large, ungainly Mac was in the unused bedroom in our little house. Our kids shared a room at the time, so this other room was empty and unfinished. After our daughter claimed it at the age of six, McIrish kindly framed out a tiny room in our basement: the Pit of Despair, I called it, because as any writer can tell you, writing is HARD! And wonderful. But hard!
Then, a couple of years ago, I moved just down the street to a little apartment over my neighbor’s garage. It’s adorable. It was fairly filthy when I moved in, but I love to clean (Hungarian, what can I say?), and I scrubbed away. A year or so later, I got new carpeting. Just recently, it was painted, so now it’s wicked cute. Writing is still hard, so I call the place the Lair of Despair.
Here are a few of the little things I love about the apartment. Thought you might want to see them, too.
So glad you could stop by!