My writing space

Sometime I feel as if I’m the only person left with a desktop.

Yes, yes – I’m aware that’s a gross exaggeration, but it does feel that way at times. Like I should stand up and say to a group of people ‘Hi, my name’s Constance and I’m tied to my desk’.

Except, of course, saying it that way makes it sound like I’m ashamed to be a desktop user. I’m really, really not. I’m happiest working the way I am. I do have a laptop, but I choose not to use it unless I’m away for a few days (the days when I would pack up my entire computer into the back of the car and take it with me are long gone – and usually related to some kind of a LAN party anyhow...).

Being a desktop user has some real advantages. I adore my dual monitor set up and wonder how people cope with only one. And so small as well! I have all the space I need. I have a large desk, with room for my notepads and all the bits and pieces which inevitably surround me. I am not a tidy person by nature, unfortunately – though I can only stand a certain amount of mess before my imagination shuts down and I have to have a tidy up before I can write another word.

What would make my writing space better? A view. Unfortunately, I’m stuck in a corner, facing the door. Not ideal, but I share the space with my husband, who beat me out for the window spot. Of course, for my ideal view – maybe across some cliffs to the wild and racing seas beyond; or rolling hills where wild horses roam – we’d have to move house.

What’s your writing space like?