The computer here at Blackberry House sits at the top of the stairs, with my massage studio to my left and Waldy's bedroom directly behind me as I write, but I've been thinking for awhile about moving my writing location elsewhere.
Dick Geis used to write in a space which was simultaneously his cluttered basement and his own mind (also cluttered, and inhabited by his alter ego, adisembodied extraterrestrial named Alter). Other people write from a cave, or the Inner Sactum, or a secret office hidden in the *real* top floor of the Empire State Building.
I've decided to move my writing operations to a lookout tower like the ones Kathe and her first husband used to live / work in for the Forest Service. So there's now, unseen by the populace and unknown to the city authorities, a five-storey tower rising from the roof of 960 SW Jefferson Avenue, with a commanding view on all four sides of the rooftops and treetops of little old Corvallis. There, surrounded by sunlight or gray overcast or starry skies or wind-lashed rain as the case may be, I will write, sending my words down and outward from there.
I like it up here.
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