As I write this, I'm working at the Northern Colorado Writers Studio. Every Tuesday afternoon I'm here, keeping the coffee pot full of water and ready to chat with any of the writers who drop by. Sometimes I work in the main room when I'm here, as long as no classes or meetings are in session.
Today the memoir critique group is meeting in the main room, and one other writer is working in the quiet room. I'm alone in the library.
The library has a wall of windows that looks out on a little courtyard and beyond to a shopping mall. It's overcast today, and a few piles of snow remain in the courtyard. The glass is cold to the touch.
In addition to the bookcases and books in this room, there is a table with four chairs on one side of the room, and a conversation corner containing four comfy chairs and a coffee table on the other side. This is a good place to work most of the year, but toasty in summer because of the south-facing windows.
Once every two months a new, local artist is invited to show his or her work. Paintings hang in each of the rooms. Of the three in the library, two are in acylics featuring tones of brown, tan, and cream--restful colors. One has a white cat sprawled out in front of a dark wood cabinet. The third picture appears to be pastels on textured cardboard. It's more colorful than the other two, and the texture draws the eye.
Today I chatted with two members about their current projects. One is focusing on all things related to journaling. The other is exploring the world of blogging and writing articles for other websites and blogs. One of the things I love about this organization is the member diversity -- writers of all ages, in all writing-related disciplines, and with all levels of experience.
I still have another 90 minutes before I leave the studio for the day. I'm going to spend that time visiting as many blogs and reading as many posts as I can. See you tomorrow.