For an inside view of my space, my writing chamber exactly suits me, so let me set the scene for you. The walls are covered in pale ivory paper imprinted with roses and moss green leaves, soothing to my senses as I enter. The bottom portion is papered with watered-silk, moss green vinyl. Clustered all about the room are an impressive group of antique, oval frames filled with seven generations of family. I enjoy each portrait, and I like to tell the grandchildren about their relatives. The furniture is French provincial and comfortable. I love the curves of the couch and escritoire along with the curio cabinet set in the bow window, but my favorite thing is a select group of music boxes. I have about 150 in all. I listen to the soft tinkling sound of the music boxes and am transported into another world where stories wait to be written.
Escaping into another time and place is always a treat for me. I leave the cares of this world behind and dive into the atmosphere of by-gone days with a different set of problems. Although human nature is always the same, mostly self-serving which is a survival trait, I can imagine how to resolve the characters conflicts when my own resolutions often escape me.
If something goes awry in the character’s world, I can manipulate them back into the intended path. Real life is nothing like that. You must play with the cards you are dealt, but make-believe lets the writer change cards if necessary. Everything must come to a happy ever after ending, or I’m upset. That is the main reason I write—for that happy ending. After all, romance is the search for enduring love even today.
The world is vast and there are so many things we cannot change. Being wise enough to accept our limitations is difficult but the only way to enjoy life. The actual scene outside my window is one of beauty where pine trees grow tall and proud. Oaks spread their branches wide, offering shade to the goats roaming through fields across the roadway.
We mow the lawn, plant flowers, prune the fruit trees in the orchard and have created a space for us to enjoy. What person doesn’t want a paradise on earth? My small space is that to me. Even in paradise, there are drawbacks and flaws. Here in Texas we had a drought a few years ago and lost twenty-two trees. One huge oak in the front yard did succumb to the lack of rain and died. That tree was over 500 years old. Something I couldn’t change, but I still miss the beauty that oak tree displayed every time I looked out my window. The sun still shines (most of the time). The weather is lovely (most of the time) and I’m still here, looking out onto the world as I look up from my computer and my next book, occasionally.
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