So a few days ago, well a couple of weeks almost now, I had decided to enroll in the online course conducted by the Stratford Career Institute. Now I had been working on some ideas way way way before this decision and thanks to my girlfriend I had been convinced that the only way to start to be serious about the writing would be to have a serious place to go and write.
The Man cave was born! Well it is not so much of a cave as a big room down in the basement of our house. Also not so much a manly place either with the laundry room just a few steps away, but it is mine and will do me fine.
Already down in the man cave was a sofa, whose colors did not match the upstairs decor and yours truly now found in his place of creativity! Which actually was not a bad thing as it did give me a place to read, away from the somewhat calamity of a desk on which I had to work.
In the room also there was a book shelf with, well books and Roald Dahl collectibles and numerous folders which one day soon, I hoped, would be filled with weird and wonderful stories for children. Oh and I shouldn't forget a hole punch, stapler, paper clips and numerous pens, crayons, colored pencils and enough paper to make a Kindergarten teacher blush!
I hear you ask now why these most important of creative utensils were on a shelf and not readily at hand on my desk. Well, my friends, the answer is equal parts simple and sad. The only desk that could be afforded for this man-cave was a drawing desk. You know the type, the kind that lifts up to make it easier to draw. You can also add stuff to the sides I believe to be more accurate with the technical drawings. Either way it was sturdy, reasonably big and most certainly affordable!
The Man cave was born! Well it is not so much of a cave as a big room down in the basement of our house. Also not so much a manly place either with the laundry room just a few steps away, but it is mine and will do me fine.
Already down in the man cave was a sofa, whose colors did not match the upstairs decor and yours truly now found in his place of creativity! Which actually was not a bad thing as it did give me a place to read, away from the somewhat calamity of a desk on which I had to work.
In the room also there was a book shelf with, well books and Roald Dahl collectibles and numerous folders which one day soon, I hoped, would be filled with weird and wonderful stories for children. Oh and I shouldn't forget a hole punch, stapler, paper clips and numerous pens, crayons, colored pencils and enough paper to make a Kindergarten teacher blush!
I hear you ask now why these most important of creative utensils were on a shelf and not readily at hand on my desk. Well, my friends, the answer is equal parts simple and sad. The only desk that could be afforded for this man-cave was a drawing desk. You know the type, the kind that lifts up to make it easier to draw. You can also add stuff to the sides I believe to be more accurate with the technical drawings. Either way it was sturdy, reasonably big and most certainly affordable!
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