Where I Write
My living room has a north window. The light is soft, rarely bright especially in the winter months. I have an ancient laptop, which sounds silly when you consider it is eight years old. My writing chair is an over-sized russet brown recliner. I have pillows on it which are arranged in a very specific manner to support my back and ready access to a sweater and blankets which are necessary because I can go from hot to cold in the blink of an eye. Did I mention north exposure? I like to have the window open for fresh air, but it comes with its own set of risks. There are small tables on either side, one which holds the medications I need to stay alive, and my water bottle. The other holds the charging cables, my mouse, and my cell phone so everything I need is within easy reach.
