When you read the pages of your fellow bloggers, don't you wonder where they are typing their posts from? Are they curled up on the couch or snug in their bed with their lap tops balancing precariously on their thighs. Are they winging it from work and hoping the boss doesn't catch them. Or are they sitting out on their deck pounding away on their ipad while enjoying the fresh air. The possibilities of writing on your blog from when and where to why are endless.
Lots of my facebook friends are my blogging buddies and I love it. I see glimpses into their lives, and if only briefly, I feel like I really know them. They are just not a series of words on a page, but a person with a family, with a life, with enjoyment and downfalls, happiness and heartaches. They are more than just these words, this creativity that we witness glimpses of. They are the unbelievably soulful hearts behind creativity.
My creative moments happen in the middle of the night or in the shower, but most frequently, and unfortunately, on the toilet. Gasp! I must run up to my den and jot my thoughts down or they disappear within a blink of an eye.
I thought I would throw out a challenge to my blogging buddies to post a picture of where they sit and type and spew out the words that make them so unique and interesting that we are all clamoring to read their next set of words.
So, I thought I would start with myself, not that you are clamoring to read my next set of words, but the fact that perhaps you would like to know a little more about me than just what you read on this page in the blogosphere.
So here is where I dig deep:
My Desk, where I type and read your blogs...
And just a few of the books I read
mostly on Italy, mostly on dreams I have....
I surround myself in art as I just can't get enough
of the talents of others....
Sometimes I sit on the other side and pay bills....
And I try to surround myself in the things I love
but mostly, I try to remind myself that actually Living Life
And sometimes I need the beauty of the talents of others
to remind myself that creativity
comes from our souls
much like these beautiful wall vases
But mostly, I just need place that inspires me.
So now you know where I get creative
I wonder, where do you?