Last week, I said I would show you where I write, but my camera battery was dead. Now that it is back to life and busy, I thought I would post some photos for you. For a long time I wrote wherever I could find a bit of space, but now I have a room of my own with a couch and a desk and bookshelves which is pretty amazing. The window looks out onto the garden and the door looks out onto the lawn and bush. Sometimes the dogs sleep by the door. Sometimes the dogs whine at me because they want to play. But most of the time it is really, really quiet. Peaceful! Tranquil! Dreamy! I love that. Although sometimes there are tui and kereru and fantail flicking and warbling and flapping. And I love that too.
On the wall I have two of the original Aunt Concertina paintings (one is my daughter’s). Above my desk I have all kinds of pictures people have sent me and my daughters have made over the years. One of my daughters stitched me a heart out of felt shapes and the other made a cow mask. There is also the blue TShirt with a bird brooch which my daughter made me when I lost my brooch (so she made me another). Special! Then on the bookshelves it is pretty much all poetry books (adult and children), some NZ children’s picture books and NZ fiction. When I am in the middle of writing and editing things, as I am now, there are always piles. I feel very lucky to have this room. It is the perfect place to read and write and dream.