bright ideas.


I think everyone who journals or blogs or writes in a Diary has a favorite spot or two they enjoy tippity-tap typing or placing pen to paper at. I know I certainly have a few comfy spots that I retreat to which help me to let all the thoughts dancing in my head out to play.

Many great writers have found creative comfort while sitting at a desk. (Charles Dickens was so attached to his that he had its contents shipped to his vacation home!) But a surprising number of literary luminaries have ventured beyond the traditional perch to create their ideal writing spots, whether that meant stepping into a bathtub or trekking into the wilderness. Here are a few of the most memorable:

Virginia Woolf, every morning, walked down to the basement and strode past the family’s printing press and into a storage room with a cozy old armchair. Her pen would fly while the press whirred in the next room!

Agatha Christie had two important demands for the renovation of her mansion. She informed her architect, “I want a big bath, and I need a ledge because I like to eat apples.” Christie constructed her plots in a large Victorian tub, one bite at a time.

Instead of hopping in an actual tub, every morning Benjamin Franklin took what he called “tonic baths” in the open air of his bedroom—he’d shed his clothes and work naked, for up to an hour. (Oh, my!)

Maya Angelou wrote in the isolation of a hotel room. To ensure there were no distractions, she requested that everything be removed from the walls. Her own essential tools, which she brought into the bare room, included yellow pads, a dictionary, a thesaurus and a Bible. She used to also bring sherry and an ashtray!

Mark Twain was often found writing in his bed.

Mark Twain writing in bed.

Ernst Hemingway, Charles Dickens, Lewis Carroll, and Philip Roth, these great thinkers have been inspired to pen their finest pieces while standing! (Most times at their make-shift desks.)

Hemingway wrote standing up!






And even though I am not an aspiring (mid-life) writer I do myself enjoy a few writing spots where all my ideas can bubble out and dance about to play as I journal away!

My office play-space.


At the foot of our bed.
A favorite window spot.

Where is your favorite space to write?

hugs n’ happy space blessings!

oh, bother…a star is born!

My fluff-stuff this week is a memory-go-round replaying for me.  Sweet thoughts spinning around of precious moments spent together in our family of 5. At the time the tale began our children were little and growing into professional ‘pester-ers’ of one another! They were probably each 9, 7 1/2, and 5 1/2 years old at the time, but they easily could have been giving lessons to other aspiring pester-jesters & received quite a performance fee with the skills they would have shared with their peers! (Luckily, their booking-agent came up with a better skill-set for them to potentially share with the world!) Their performances often seemed to begin just about an hour or so before bedtime.  If we were lucky the performance bear-ly made it past the first act; however, in growing frequency, they seemed to work the act all the way through to an encore!   My cuppy-cake & I quickly became very oh-botherly-bothered! oh-bother We grew weary ending the night on such a deflated note…so, about that time is when “Our 3 Most Favorite Things” became the new show to arrive in town, (or at least in our home!)  Let me set the scene:  Gathering the kids together in (one of) their bedrooms for nightly prayer we would first say together the Guardian Angel Prayer:

Angel of God, my guardian dear.  To whom God’s love, commits me here.  Every day, be at my side.  To light, to guard, to rule and guide.  Amen.

Immediately following we would then each take a turn to share with one another what Our 3 Most Favorite Things of the Day were. Opening Night was a smash hit! And for many seasons following!  Even on the rare nights, if any pester-jestering resurfaced, it only took the mere mention of canceling the show, or escorting said heckler from the room and this deterred any continued/repeat behavior.  Our children looked not only forward to sharing their own 3 Most Favorite Things of the Day; but just as much, if not more so, in listening to what each other would share were theirs!  Of course the answers were rarely ever “grand,” but they were amazing! (If only to us.) Like: “Wearing my Steeler shirt to school today.” Or, “Trading my apple for a cupcake at lunch.” Or, “Letting the lizard out of it’s cage at pre-school. Maybe tomorrow we will find him!”  (Silly, ol’ Jare-Bear.) The memory-go-round for all of this began when I saw a blogging event posted by fellow blogger Nerd in the Brain.  A fun blog, I instantly loved her blog event which she created titled: three-things-thursday-spreading-happiness1 All of this has been like a re-run-re-union.  Like the Brady Bunch reunion episode, or Gilligan leaves the Island. Thursdays henceforth, (at least this one,) shall  be for-me a time to re-examine all God has given me to be grateful for. I’m quite sure I can think together 3 blessings to give praise for…even in this head of fluff and stuff!

Photo courtesy of Winnie the Pooh Friendship Gallery
Photo courtesy of Winnie the Pooh Friendship Gallery

3hugs&blessings i give today for:

my friend Tina (who is not a llama,) air-popped popcorn shared with my cuppy-cake, & the potential new baby grand-daughter  we may welcome into our family this summer!