Notes from a Writer's Lair ~ Impressions of Janet.

We hear about how being a writer is a lonely pursuit.

Imagine a lair overlooking Lake Union. More an aerie than a lair. The walls integral colour stucco in a warm summer butter with a glow of the trowel and a patina of age. Floor to ceiling windows open onto a deck for a 180+ degree view of the city. The storm clouds move in over the hill; the rain pelts the glass; the pink of the setting sun.

Imagine that everywhere you looked there was a place of visual beauty to rest your eyes and soothe your spirit.

Imagine it was small but exquisitely appointed. Coffee? No problem. Practically at your finger tips. A kitchen almost a galley. Spare and beautiful.

Imagine an evening curled in the arm of the sofa; a book open on your lap; the day behind you; the city alight; the city at your feet.

 

Now, imagine you shared this lair with your beloved ~ he in his studio, you in your sanctuary; pen to paper; the flat click of your keyboard; the ring of the phone.

At home. At work. Together.

Ah, Janet! Lovely. . .

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