Meet Vikki (and Tigzz). Vikki's a writer, which means she's interested in stuff. When I say interested I mean downright nosey. When I say stuff, I mean where people write. She's fascinated. She made me tell her all about my work space here. I couldn't stop her, but I did get her to explain herself.
So, Vikki, you like looking at other people's writing areas - why is that?Well, I guess it stems from my childhood. My grandfather always had a desk, piled high with papers and books. It always looked like such a special, personal space...organised chaos. As a teenager I had one of those desks that folded away, so that everything was hidden. I loved that, it meant that no one could peek at what I was up to :) Now, as a writer, I have to use my dining room table, which isn't ideal. Maybe one day, i'll have my own space, and until then i'll 'ooo' and 'arr' over others great work spaces.
Whose desk/office would you most like to take a look at?
I'd like to see where Julia Cameron works (author of The Artists Way) as she talks so often about the views from her office window.
What's the most interesting working area you've seen?
If you found yourself in the home of a famous writer would you 'accidentally' sneak into their office whilst pretending to look for the loo?
I should, really, say no shouldn't I? Will it ruin my chances of being invited round to Stephen Kings for coffee? Ok, honestly...of course! Actually, I'd probably ask to see it *snigger*
If you could have your own specially designed, money no object writing area, what would it be like?
Ahhhhh, I LOVE daydreaming about this one :) I only want a small room, painted white, with art and inspiring quotes on the walls. A couple of bookcases (for my writing books and note books) and a large comfy armchair for reading. Above my desk would be a small shelf, full of family photos and memento's. That doesn't sound too out of reach does it? The main thing about this room would be that there would be a large window and a view of the sea. In the summer, I would have the window open and the white voile curtains would flutter in the breeze. The smell of salt lingering in the air....Heaven!