My Garret

I have a new studio. Is that the right word for it? Not really. A new space. I have a new space. It is my space alone. It is a kind-of garret. Maybe it is really just a closet, but I love the word garret. It is long and narrow and the ceiling is slanted. It is not really a useful space, so I have commandeered it, claimed it, and am making it my own. I have all my things there. My notebooks, my books, my computer, a few candles, my tarot cards, random shit of mine that I do not want to put anywhere else…things that are for me, no one else. I sit on the floor to type, computer perched atop an old bridging-shelf that now sits on the floor. Perhaps I will get a little desk and chair. Who knows. The point is that, for the first time in YEARS, I have a space that is all my own and I am hoping that it will make things possible. There is potential in this little, odd space: a sound studio, a writer’s escape, a meditation sanctuary, a place to be my most cerebrally erotic self. Hopefully, it will be a place where I produce spicy things for you to read, excellent stories for you to escape into, hot stories that will turn you on and send you slinking over to your own lover. It is good to have ‘A Room Of One’s Own’.