Notes from the Sunroom

I’ve always been fascinated by where writers write.

┬áThat was the question I always asked when I interviewed authors for The Greenville (SC) News, where I worked for 27 years. “Describe to me where you write. What’s in there? What’s the view from your window?”

When we built our house decades ago, the desk was in an upstairs bonus room, with oddly configured dormer windows that restricted any view. I dreaded going up there, and could hardly make myself do it. Then we moved the desk — a cast-off from a friend, painted white — to the sunroom. Two walls are all windows, no curtains. I look out over my wooded backyard and my neighbor’s. A third wall is all bookshelves, many of them doubly lined with books I need to take to the used book store.

The room is just steps from the kitchen so I can get frequent coffee refills.

Ah….. Bring on the mayhem.