Guest Post – Natasha Head and Her Writing Space

When this question was first posed to me, my automatic response was, where don’t I write? My head throws together poems to deal with heartbreak, limericks to deal with conflict, short stories to handle the unknown, and grand sweeping songs to honor good times. Not that I always carry my notebook, not that I always remember the words it puts together, but it is the biggest coping mechanism I have for dealing with this sometimes overwhelming world.

I am, as well, a creature of habit, and I do indeed have those special spots where I can actually get the words to the paper. And they always go to the paper first. Many have embraced the technology we’ve been blessed with, but most of my secret spots don’t offer electricity, and I’m not the type to respond well when the lap top shuts down and I lose my latest  masterpiece. (Can you feel the sarcasm behind that last word?)

So lately, as I’ve recently moved house, I have been hunting out new secret spots, with pen and notebook in hand. I’ve been lucky enough to find two. One, untouched and perfect as is, the other, a creation of my own that I have thrown together out of the chaos that comes with moving.

Welcome to my Blue Room! This is what I’ve been able to pull off over the past month. It is here I have set up my antique, warped and peeling dining table with room for my lap top to sit beside me while I mar the pages of my notebook. I am surrounded by my books, (yet to be alphabetized) my volumes of journals, loose sheets of paper, pens, all the tools of the craft that is my addiction. You can even smell the pages of the books…and to me, there is no better inspiration. (Yes, I am the weirdo that wonders through book stores with glassy eyes as I inhale deep and smile)

Life in the Trees! When the house grows too noisy, and my blue room is not an option, I run to our sun porch. I moved from a home with a huge private back yard where deer would visit daily and blue jays would sit on the deck beside me. I loved it!

Now, I’m living on Main Street, next door to a busy hardware store, and I have a fantastic view of their lumber yard. Inspiration for some, but not for me. In the sun porch, in my little corner, the leaves of a huge maple tree wrap around the windows, and if not for the sound of the traffic, you would think you were lost amongst its boughs. It’s not a private meadow or a country cottage, but it does give me that little touch of nature I’ve been missing since the move.

And those secret spaces, have now been shared. They are subject to change without notice, as I grow and evolve on this writing journey. Life is always the true inspiration and motivation for me to put pen to paper, and usually happens outside of my writing space. Have no fear, there’s lots of room to share, and always room for your coffee cup, as we sit together and ponder this journey.