My place to write has much improved since my husband has finally put up some pictures for me. Since it was the first room we decorated in the house back in 2015, he has been reluctant to make holes in the pristine walls!
I am now surrounded by family photographs above my desk and items on my desk make me happy:
A paperweight from a dear friend
An Abolone shell and a tiny map from the island of Alderney; the birthplace of my Great Grandmother and the inspiration for my first steps into writing novels.
An oil painting which my parents had on their lounge wall.
Old prints of a Guernsey girl and Cornet Street Guernsey; the birth place of my Great Grandfather.
Everything, in fact, which is connected to happy memories, places and people that I love.
What has this improvement has done to my psyche?
I feel that I have truly arrived at home.
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Here in Fife we have decided not to have an office space per se but a pleasant space for creativity, whether it be hubby playing his guitar, a quiet place to read if the television has a programme which does not suite one of us or a place for me to see where creativity takes me. The room now contains an overflow wardrobe, shelves with records (the vinyl kind) and family photographs, an unobtrusive desk but also an old futon – an insurance policy if we happen to have a house full of visitors and need another bed. (but it is also a place to relax.)![DSCN2984[1]](https://dianajacksonauthor.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/04/dscn29841.jpg?w=300)
(I’m managing without a proper chair at the moment.) An occasional glance out of the window distracts any train of thought I might have had as I watch a large container ship glide along. Edinburgh is across the water.
Diana Jackson 