my summer writing office
It’s June 1st!
And that means…
I love my summer office. Moving down from the Aerie to the front porch blows the cobwebs out of my cranium, stokes the creative flame burning in my breast, (YA author here, I can say “breast”), feeds my ever-hungry soul.
Well, with a little help.
Let me take you on a tour…
The view down my street, where I spy watch life go by:
The corner of dreams and mystery:
And my comfy, cozy writing spot.
Please note the handy-dandy strong verbs running along the molding, up top there. Here’s a closer look:
And the fountain feature:
Which burbles sparkling dialogue in my ear.
Tell me. Is there really a better place to write on Earth?