As any author will tell you, there’s no substitute for having your own office–a quiet, dedicated work space free from snoring husbands and Matchbox cars–where you can focus on the voices in your head. So I transformed our formal dining room (really, were we ever going to use it?) into my bright and sunny sanctuary-o-fiction.


Seldom-used dining room.

And after!



Other views:

Isn't that a pretty carpet?

Yes, the walls are bare. I'm holding out for my cover art.

My very own cozy reading corner!

View from the opposite entrance.

Ipod player, calendar, and messy plot reminders on my bulletin and dry-erase boards.


Much better than a dining room, don’t you think?