A ROOM OF ONE’S OWN

Yesterday, I brought home this beauty. I’ve been craving a desk — a proper desk — to cozy up to this window ever since moving in. The sunshine… the birdsong… the treetops… this is where the magic happens. I’ve learned to listen to my creativity over the years, and trust it when it voices a need. It doesn’t ask often, but when it does, it’s important. And for the past year, it’s made the same simple request: to work where it knows it works best.

Quality work requires quality nourishment — nothing grows without it. So here we go. A freshly cleaned room, gleaming with potential (thanks to @liz_moretti_ ) A freshly claimed antique library table, gleaming with come-hither charm (thanks to perfect timing.) And a freshly-honored embrace of what it means to nurture growth (thanks to love, friends, and a little queer magic.)

Set the top in motion. Freshen the flowers. Lights up on Act III.