Over the years, my office has moved around a bit. I started with an old wooden desk we bought at a yard sale. It wasn’t pretty, but it was huge. It was in the front corner of our living room with my white wicker furniture.
After my husband answered the call to preach, we converted our den into a joint office for both of us. We painted the walls a dark sage green. He had lots of ships and I had seashells. I put up palm tree border to try to make our styles blend. I didn’t like it. It was too dark for me, but I did enjoy sharing an office with him creating sermons at his desk and me creating fictional characters at mine.
When my husband became a full time pastor, he started doing most of his sermons at the church. He didn’t really need a home office as much as he needed a place he could talk privately with church members seeking his counsel. So, we redid his office with all the dark manly things he likes. He calls it a den again—I call it a man cave. And I moved back into the front corner of our living room. He got me a new white desk for Christmas to go with my wicker. I painted my corner in pastel shades I like, put up seashell border, and cluttered it with gifts, family pictures, and books that inspire me.
A few things in my office that inspire me: A blue sequin hat just like the one my heroine wears in my November release, Rodeo Queen. A cotton boll. My parents picked cotton when they were growing up. I’m thankful I didn’t. The ballerina that came off my ninth birthday cake. A Noah’s Ark music box statue that was in my son’s nursery. A picture of a seashore my mom got me before I was published. It says: Dreams When you find a dream inside your heart don’t ever let it go. . . for dreams are the tiny seeds from which tomorrows grow. . . I read that poem a lot during the years I was getting rejections. Now it’s a reminder that I achieved my dream. Question of the day: Do you have a talent, hobby, dream or occupation you devote an area of your house to? your house to?
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Natalie once dreamed of finding true love. Then Lane Gray broke her heart. After running wild to fill the emptiness inside her, she heads back to her hometown to heal. But when she sees the cowboy she once loved so much, she finds him hard to resist.
Lane Gray is a changed man. The handsome cowboy wants Natalie’s forgiveness-and more. Natalie has made plenty of mistakes in her life, but so has Lane. Could falling for each other again be the worst one yet? Or the path to redemption?
There is something so cool about getting your own space and I have a white desk too! Love the fresh feeling of white. Congratulations on your new book, Shannon!
Hey Susan, I’m a white and pastel kind of girl. I love wicker. If it was up to me, my whole house would be wicker.
White brightens the room I think! So glad you got your own space! I can’t wait to see it! I would love a copy of your new release “Rodeo Regrets” my email addy is firstname.lastname@example.org
One of these days, if life ever settles down, maybe we’ll have people over. The last time we had the whole church over, our former piano player broke her ankle on our steps. She’s not former because of that. They moved to Michigan.
I love your new office space. I live in southwest FL so the décor fits here too. :) I would love to read your new book “Rodeo Regrets”. I lived in Kansas during my teen years and went to many rodeos. My e-mail is email@example.com Judy
Maybe I like seashells so much because I’m landlocked. We went to Galveston once several years ago, my only brush with the ocean. I could have spent hours walking along the shore picking up shells. One of these days, I’m going to go again.
Well my mother in law made pictures with seashells, was an awesome picture for someone who had never picked up shells or seen them , til I went to Florida with her firstborn! Shells don’t just mean oceans and water, but you are special. Some creature gave this house up for your beauty to see.
Very pretty thought Regina. I’ve often thought of seashells as proof of God’s existence. Who else could create something as intricate as a seashell for some tiny creature to live in?
Shannon, thanks for sharing your varied writing spaces with us. Hope you get back to the ocean someday!
And thanks to all who have commented. Hope you’ll come back again soon!
Thanks for having me, Rose. I enjoyed sharing my office transition.