I felt completely inspired by this Guardian photo essay. The one above is from Hilary Mantel's writing room.
I adore Seamus Heaney's room, if only for the book stacks:
I also liked this one, too, from Carmen Calill's quarters:
She says, "I can only write surrounded by the silent presence of other people."
I understand this sentiment. I have photos of my mother and father, rocks from my travels with Matt, a typewriter from Matt's grandfather, pictures behind me of my grandparents, a photo Matt's mom gave me, photos of my best friends, a bottle of sand from the beach near where I grew up. These are the things I need around to silently cheer me as I face the page.
Perhaps I'll take a snapshot of our writing room.
