With my office feng shui still in process, I have temporarily relocated to our third floor. (I’m managing quite nicely on a small desk with a couple file bins and reference books — why did I need a better office again?) I love it up here because it’s bright (from 2 skylights and an opaque arched stained glass window) and warm (so far, anyway). I hate it up here because it’s a cluttered mess, complete with cast-off furniture, unpacked boxes from our move 5 years ago, and 4 bulky unfinished cubby doors waiting to be installed. Oh, and occasionally a mousetrap or two in the eeves that need to be…emptied.
It does have a charming, though amusing, view out the one small window:
Who put that pole there? And does anyone know a good pole climber? I’d love to tack a pretty little decorative doodad or an inspirational message smack in the middle of it.
What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that
a writer is working when he’s staring out of the window.
~ Burton Rascoe
Writing by Ear 
mel said,
Friday, October 29, 2010 at 9:43 am
Hmmm. That IS an odd place for a pole. For what purpose was it placed there, I wonder? You could always lean out the window with buckets of paint and create an impromptu “Pollock” with the outwardly flung colors… Although I fear the ground beneath said pole would get the worst of it.
WritingbyEar said,
Friday, October 29, 2010 at 9:55 am
It’s the telephone pole for our house and the house next door. Unfortunate that it lands right outside the window.
robbie said,
Tuesday, November 2, 2010 at 3:12 pm
Maybe the husband of the writer could paint it yellow with a pinkish cap and in black paint No.2. She would be amused while staring out the window.
WritingbyEar said,
Thursday, November 4, 2010 at 4:09 pm
Oh, cute robbie! (If it was true-to-life, it would have a very small pinkish cap, as my real-life pencils always seem to have.)