September 2019: Office Space
~ Cynthia Sax ~
Describe the space where you write. Is it an office? A coffee shop? Messy desk?
Cynthia Sax said:
I write in a corner of the bedroom (if the tax man is reading this, I also write in the home office – wink, wink, nudge, nudge). Its proximity to the bed allows me to write down story or plot ideas as soon as I wake up. It also allows me to take naps during the day (grins).
I face a blank white wall. This limits the distractions for me. I often stare at that blank wall, searching for story ideas. The popcorn ceiling in the bedroom is also great source of inspiration. Some of my best ideas have been found there.
My desk was a curbside rescue, has a laminate top with a cheesy faux wood grain pattern, and it barely fits the HUGE backed CRT monitor (from the early 2000s), keyboard and mouse I use. About once a week, the mouse tries to escape. It jumps off the desk and lands on the floor. Thus far, it hasn’t been successful. The printer is positioned under this desk and often serves as a foot rest. The laptop sits on my ironing board side table. That’s where I keep my snacks (aka muse food) also.
My chair has been modified by the Dear Wonderful Hubby. It started as a very simple office chair rescued from an employer. When the seat became uncomfortable, he swapped it out for a seat designed for an automobile.
Some people think you need a fancy place and fancy furniture to write stories and create art. We don’t need any of that. Art can be created anywhere.
I feel more comfortable in simple surroundings. The fancy home office makes my muse freeze up and the expectations in that beautiful space overwhelm me. It feels like I have to write highfaluting stories with big words and big ideas there. Other writers might write their best works in a fancy office like that but it doesn’t work for me.
Protected by the Barbarian Warrior
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Murad, a technology-loving Chamele Warlord, has to track down and eliminate a rogue warrior before that male ends Murad’s reign. Permanently.
When a pieced-together wreck of a ship enters the sector without authorization, Murad assumes it is piloted by an ally of his enemy and decides to blow the battered vessel out of open space.
Then he hears the voice of its sole occupant and his orders and his priorities immediately shift. The captain of the ship is his gerel, the one female he’s genetically compatible with—the light to his darkness, his future, his everything.
He will protect her…even if it costs him his life.
Bounty hunter Gale doesn’t want or need protection. She has entered Chamele space on a rescue mission. A tall, muscular, half-naked barbarian with humor-lit eyes and gentle hands won’t distract her from that purpose, no matter what he tries.
A broken ship and an enemy focused on revenge do interfere with her plans. Gale’s goal changes from saving a friend to saving herself. The only being who can increase her chances of survival is the one Warlord she can’t resist.
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