Hello, hello! How is everyone doing today? Things are pretty good here. This week, I’m just writing a short post with lots of pictures to brag about Dad. He finished his room! Mostly. He still needs to make a vent cover and nightstands. But it’s looking lovely and ready to show off! As many of you know, pretty much anything with wood in our house was made by Dad. His room is no exception. Most of the wood (cabinets, bed, etc.) is pecan from the Trinity river basin that was super rough. He planed it into usable boards and built/stained/etc. everything. The ceiling has MDF that he painted. He even made the doors. Also, he sewed the curtains himself a while back, but they’ll eventually be replaced by shutters when he makes those. He put up the grasscloth wallpaper and the mural too. Basically, he designed, built, and/or installed everything himself. Just wanted to let you all know how talented he is and show off his room. As always, feel free to comment or ask questions or whatever here or on my social media pages!
Hello, hello! Since Sunday (the 18th) is Father’s Day over here, I thought I’d tell y’all about my dad, Gary. If you’re friends with me on Facebook, you’ve probably heard a lot of this before, so sorry in advance for the repetition. Anyway, I’m not really good at the whole sappy emotional thing, so I know I don’t tell him how much I appreciate him enough. So, I thought I’d give it a shot in writing (because I’m better at putting words on pages than I am at speaking).
Since Mom died in 2011, Dad has dropped everything to become my sole caregiver. He learned to take care of me basically from scratch and my less than perfect instructions. Yeah, he had an idea of what to do from watching Mom, but since she did everything before, he didn’t know all the ins and outs. It’s one thing to see what has to be done with me, but another thing entirely to actually do it, to learn my limitations and how to work around them. But he did it, and we’ve got a good routine going.
We compromised on a sleep schedule (I used to stay up until four or five in the morning and sleep all day while he was usually in bed by ten and up around six). He always asks my opinion before doing any remodeling around the house. I’m always in the loop about major purchases. When it comes to things like life and the house and all that, he treats me like an adult and an equal because that’s the kind of person he is.
On top of all of that, he custom built all of my furniture to hide all of my medical equipment. Who would guess there’s a ventilator hidden in that nightstand? It started with a desk that comes out in a point, like the corner of a table, so I can get to it more easily than a regular desk. You can see it here. That’s nestled between two armoires. The one on the left has a special drawer that used to house my Xbox at a reachable height back when I could still game. Then came the bed, because I didn’t like the looks of my hospital bed. And finally, the nightstand to hide the vent and for storage.
He’s also the best cook I know. He makes a pastrami from scratch, smokes all kinds of things (including mac and cheese once or twice), and that’s just his bbq skills. I’ve been spoiled by his Italian, since I’d rather he cook it than go out for it. He also likes to experiment with new things. Yeah, I’m definitely spoiled.
Okay, maybe I’m just bragging now, but these are just a few things I appreciate about him. So, happy (almost) Father’s Day to my dad and all the other dads who might be reading this! Feel free to share something about your own father figure here or on my social media pages. I’d love to hear some of your stories.
Howdy, howdy! Happy (almost) Fourth of July to all of my American peoples! Also, happy Canada day to all of my Canadian friends! If I’m missing any other holidays being celebrated this week, let me know. Anyway, today I wanted to share my writing space (more commonly known as my bedroom) with you. I haven’t done that yet, right? Be afraid. Be very afraid. Not really. But do be prepared for extra pictures!
Not sure if I’d call it magic, but this is where it happens! It’s a very busy space, I know, but I like it that way. I don’t understand how people can get anything creative done when surrounded by white walls and an empty desk. That’s so boring to me. I really like the fact that everywhere I look, there’s some kind of inspiration. And mirrors! I can’t turn my head without moving my whole chair, so my mirrors let me see all around me at once. If I want to stare out of the window, there’s a mirror for that! Want to check my door to make sure no one’s sneaking up on me? Mirror! Okay, maybe I’m just lazy.
The best part about being able to glance up at all of these knickknacks and things is that each one has a number of stories to tell. There’s the story of how I received each one (and I fully admit many of those tales are long forgotten), the story each one immediately brings to mind, and all of the stories they inspire or take part in after hours of staring at them. And, of course, sometimes they’re stubborn and won’t give me any ideas to work with.
That’s my basic writing area. It’s where I’m facing 90% of the time when I’m doing writerly things. However, I do get stuck. Some days, nothing in that little corner helps me. What do I do then? Well, I stop relying on the mirrors, and I turn around. What? You think my desk is the only interesting part of my room? You’re funny.
Posters, pictures, weapons, musical paraphernalia (up above the door). Ignore the nightstand. Dad hasn’t gotten around to making one of those, yet. But anyway, you can see how nowhere in my room is boring. I keep myself immersed in stories. Is that what a writer does? Oh, and if you’re noticing a severe lack of books, that’s because the spare room doubles as a library, so they’re all in there.
Up last, is the actual bed area. Definitely no magic going on there, but there’s even a lot of inspiration there, too.
So, that’s my writing space! What’s your workspace like? Are you like me, where you enjoy a ton of stimuli? Or do you prefer more of a blank canvas kind of space? Maybe you’re in between? Let me know in the comments, or on Facebook, or Twitter, or G+!