July 13, 2011
View from my Writer's Window
When I sit at my computer, at my desk at home, this is the view outside my office window. My office is on the second floor and you can see the vines dangling from the townhouse next door, the neighbor's ladder which he stores on the top of the lattice roof patio, and the big tree to the right. There are also my jangly things in the window. I always imagined writing from a room with a view of the city, or a window which looked out onto a garden with butterflies dancing and bees buzzing, maybe a fountain gurgling. If you look at the view out my office window, you'll see a ladder. The bachelor who lives next door stuck that stupid ladder up there so he doesn't have to see it. He is also the neighbor who gets drunk and yells at football games playing on the TV he keeps on the patio. Here's a view I wouldn't mind having out my office window. It looks quiet.
I have outside the window where I sit and write. Well, where I'm suppose to be sitting and writing when I'm not going out to eat, or going to thrift stores or sitting on the porch drinking wine.
I'll end with a quote by a woman named Ella Wheeler Wilcox which gave me the idea for today's blog:
"Let there be many windows in your soul, that all the glory of the universe may beautify it."