this is like a dream of mine come to life – very possibly one of my favorite pictures of all time. (click picture for source blog).
and another – just as delightful
the writing wall is actually a window — er, a sliding glass door, to be precise.
in college, when preparing to write my honor’s thesis, i rearranged my bedroom so that my desk was in a corner, next to one wall and facing another. the wall in front of my desk soon became the writing wall.
at first, i found it useful to tape flowcharts and references in front of my face — to be able to glance up and have all that i needed right there. as the writing went on, though, the wall was covered in any manner of paper bits. anything that struck me as inspiring, or necessary, or informative, or just nice made its way onto the writing wall: post-its, drafts, flowcharts, cool quotes, you name it.
in graduate school, when writing my master’s thesis, i did most of it in the british library. oddly enough, they were not willing to let me reconfigure the humanities reading room and so i had no writing wall at all.
but at last, today, i have one again. crystal and i went to costco and got a perfect little folding table, which i have set up in front of my glass sliding door. the golden tree that shades my little balcony is slowly losing all it’s leaves, and soon my view of the outside world will be unhindered. it is blank in a sense — there is nothing taped to the glass (yet?), and yet it is full of inspiration at the same time.
that, a cup of hot chocolate, and the right book at my side for inspiration are all a girl needs to write a novel in november.
well, that and a plot. ya know.