I have conceded that I do need an office/study/space. I have taken over the back room, away from the distractions of the street and where I can stare at a white wall, Stephen King style. So I have fitted out this old washstand that I inherited from my parents, into my stationery cupboard.
These cute little baskets are at my local $2 Shop, which is run by a Japanese man. We talk about organising like passionate sports fans debating the Grand Final.
And that, my friends is my writer space.