Sadie and I have an office in the daylight basement of our mom's log cabin, where we've been staying since our dad passed away two years ago. The windows look out on our pasture, over a brook to wilderness - not another house in sight. Our writing space is surrounded with handmade bookcases, desks, and filing cabinets crafted by our dad and our grandfather. Our chairs are back-to-back, so we can easily spin around and view each other's screens. Our mostly-Australian shepherd dog, Henry, has a bed in front of one bookcase, and our cat, Emeril, has an empty-cardboard-box bed on Sadie's desk. Our other cat, Harriet, feels free to noodle around either desktop, intent sometimes on having her own say on the keyboard. Unfortunately neither one of us is skilled in translating cat to English. Besides, it's already been done. LOL.
Our atmosphere is always light hearted with much laughter, usually resulting from misinterpretations of what we're saying to each other due to our age-related hearing issues. Part of which must be genetic, as our dad thought "There's a bad moon on the rise" was "There's a bathroom on the right," and "Sound of Silence" was "South of Thailand."
We take our writing seriously, though, and we are so blessed to be able to work from home. We love the long Maine winters with the woodstove cranking out the heat as we can devote more time to writing. We squeeze in writing whenever we can during the summer days which are devoted to haying and maintaining our farm of goats and chickens. It's a wonderful life!
what's your writing space? Tell us!