From now on, I’m keeping my phone–with its picture-taking abilities–on my desk to memorialize things like what happened yesterday.
My living room is large, and what I call my “desk” sits right in the middle of it, abutting the backside of a sofa, which faces the fireplace, on my left, and in full view of the backyard, thanks to a wall of windows and the glass patio doors on my right. As a writer, I’m spoiled beyond measure. When I’m stuck on a word or a scene, or simply need to clear my head for an instant, I can study the flames in the fireplace on my left or look outside at the pond and trees and critters on the opposite wall.
Lately, I’ve been on a writing frenzy–an exciting, can’t-type-fast-enough writing frenzy. As I said before, on the day MSB worked the 11 a.m.-11 p.m. shift, I wrote over four thousand words. I haven’t done that again (he hasn’t worked overtime again), but I’m pleased with the 14-1600 words I’ve managed almost every day since.
Yesterday was one of my 1600-words day. Looking up from the computer screen didn’t happen often, but one of the times it did, this is what I saw:
- On the floor at my feet, Cuddlebug was twitching in her sleep;
- Curled on the top of the sofa, right at my shoulder, Belle snored softly;
- Sprawled across a chair I keep next to my desk exclusively for this purpose, PB yawned; and
- Lined up on the patio, right at the windows, were four fat ducks, tails aimed toward me, heads tucked in wings.
Apparently it was nap time, and I’d worked right through it.
I wanted my camera–it was definitely a Kodak moment–but rising from my desk to get it made feathers and fur alike wake with a start, and the peace was shattered. But for a few seconds, all these sleeping critters were a sight to behold.
I wonder if anyone else has writing haven as wonderful as mine.