Part of WordPress’s writing course Finding Everyday Inspiration.
Today’s everyday inspiration challenges to conjure up an image of a space to write. It can be an actual place where you write—in which case I’d just snap a snap of my table, challenge solved. Or it can be an ideal space to write. Let’s overachieve and do both.
Scotland, Iceland and Chernobyl are my ideal locations. Except I wouldn’t write in them because I’d have better things to do. The choice of Scotland is obvious: depressing climate and bleakly humorous literature. Iceland is just because so, I don’t even know. I may have lived there in one of my previous lives. (No, I don’t believe in lives before or after life, but their (non)existence is independent of my beliefs.) And Chernobyl has been my lifelong fascination: I stole some photos from Pripyat in my old post and explained my intimate connection with nuclear plants elsewhere.
The space seems an ideal candidate for the space to write. Except I wouldn’t write much in there. For one, the space scares the living shit out of me. Also, I’m not sure how many words I would manage to type before dying of exposure, lack of oxygen, weird air pressure and wacky gravity or whatever kills you first when you’re just floating around in there. Finally, writing one’s last words is the opposite of no pressure. So scratch that.
My ideal home would be the ideal place to write. It would be super modern, ultra minimalist and high high tech. Everything would be black, white or red. Black and white are basic colours, obviously, red is the accent colour. My herd of cats would be exempted from this design requirement. I’d be typing on the most advanced computer station, except I wouldn’t be typing, duh, because neural interface. Also, I wouldn’t be writing here either because I’d love my ideal home so much that I’d spontaneously dissolve and die instantaneously.
My current space to write is a area of one square metre, which is slanted in direction of the opposite side of the room. Here stands my universal desk (writing desk, computer desk and kitchen table in one) and my office chair (also used as an armchair, rocking chair and kitchen chair). The chair has wheels and tends to move on the above described slanted floor away from the table and towards the bed. Other than that, it’s alright. I mean, it’s mine to use (I even own the furniture!) and as this post evidences, one can write here just fine.