Picking out paint colors for my new studio, and am discovering that I’m a terrible creature of habit: I work now in a lavender/periwinkle room, and am being drawn to the same, again; but only darker. Cool colors soothe me. Walls and towers of books feel safe. Cluttered desks and rag rugs, random bits of art and rock—other odds and ends—seem endlessly warm and full of order. I prefer natural light, and at night work with no light at all, or only one lamp; enough for atmosphere. Music varies. A cup of tea or hot chocolate keeps the engine rumbling. I sit and stare a lot. And soon I’ll be bringing my old antique swiveling chair out of storage; the one I wrote Tiger Eye in.
Writers, what about you? Readers, where are your favorite spaces to curl and dream with books?