The Room Where I Write

A slice of freshly baked homemade thin crust pizza is on the table. There’s a glass of merlot left untouched as I continued to type on my laptop. From where I’m sitting, I can see the view outside through a sliding glass window. Beside the window is a glass table full of wedding mementos.

My husband is sitting on the sofa browsing the web with his cellphone while singing “Somewhere Out There, ” which is simultaneously playing on the music channel. There’s a mix of throw pillows on the right side of the sofa. A Norfolk island pine tree, about one foot tall growing from a ceramic pot is on top of the side table.

I live in a one bedroom apartment with a small dining/living room area. Though I write in this little corner of the world, I am grateful for what I have. I am surrounded by the things that make me happy!

 

Wedding Mementos

 

The wedding photo on the glass table inspired me to write We Eloped: 3 Lessons I Learned on How to Have an Unforgettable Wedding. The picture brings back beautiful memories of our special day.

 

Throw pillows

 

The throw pillows on the sofa remind me of my best friend; we found these pillows while shopping in Marshalls three years ago. I just moved back to New York, and I was going through a rough time adjusting to my new life. She was there to listen and help me get back on my feet again.

 

Norfolk Pine Tree

 

The Norfolk pine tree on the side table was my little Christmas tree. I bought it from a CVS pharmacy store more than a year ago. I’ve always thought I don’t have a green thumb, so I gave up trying to grow anything. However, I decided to take care of the plant. It has become taller and greener; my little tree is thriving!

So, tell me a bit about the room where you write. Do you have a few items around that inspire you? Please share in the comments below. I’d love to hear from you.

 

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14 responses to “The Room Where I Write”

  3. I usually write at my computer desk on a piece of paper, especially when nothing comes to my mind except for impressions, words and short ideas. Then I type my story in Word and edit the story. A cup of green tea with chocholate, our photos, and talking about our adventures with my husband inspires me.

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  4. Hi Fritzie, beautiful room. I don’t write from a room, or even really from home. My inspiration comes as I reflect on the love of God, and my wife. I do 90% of my writing on the go, while working, at church, in the cars, in an elevator, in the grocery store. Wherever and whenever it hits me, it almost seem like I’m always writing; some days it flows out like a river. I have hundreds of poems and thoughts that I have compiled and written, but 90% of my WordPress post; are brand new. The Hello post, was a combination of a poem I wrote years ago, and a message I needed to speak into the hearts of my WordPress audience!

    Thanks for the invite to share! Blessings!

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    • Hi Warren, thank you so much for sharing. Inspiration does strike anywhere, and I guess I should also start writing down my ideas right away. I love the Hello post….I think it captured the hearts of your readers❤️

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      • Thanks for the reply! Yeah, if it ones writing is not intending to do that; then why write? That’s how I look at it, I have a few more up that I believe will be a blessing to you. God bless!

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  6. Your room is so pretty and cosy. I love your mugs, they made me chuckle! I write in my bedroom, on my dressing table haha. I have a window next to me which looks out onto the garden, so that’s where I find my inspiration. I like to look outside while I think of ideas.

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