My office is comfortable, quiet, and filled with cute stuff. It's MY space and generally off-limits to anyone over the age of ten. (Besides me, of course.)
As much as I love my office, I sometimes feel cooped up. Well, maybe more than sometimes. The need to flee hits regularly enough that I keep a writer's bag packed. Okay, I actually keep three different writer's bags packed. All cute. All stocked with basic office supplies and ready to roll. I just drop in my netbook or printed...
Published on March 12, 2009 07:38