My House

I checked my e-mail, and there I found an interesting question from a reader:

“…I’ve been reading your blog, and I can’t help but wonder what your place looks like. I keep imagining you writing in a dark attic in a cabin in the woods. -Dawn”

To answer your question, Dawn,

I live in a four bedroom house that my parents gave me in a suburban area. The upstairs has a few odds and ends; a kitchen table, and a few chairs here and there. I don’t use the upstairs much, except to cook (which I rarely do). Once a woman spirit sat with me, which was the whole reason I cooked. She thought I was handsome and wanted me to humor her with a dinner date. It was quite hilarious thinking back on the ghostly old woman, and I had nothing better to do. I think she used to do stand-up comedy at a local theatre here in Ashland.

I actually live in my basement.  It’s usually dimly lit—when the light aren’t completely out—with the lowest watt light bulbs I can find. I don’t like the light when I’m trying to relax. I have everything I need down there, a fridge, television, a couch (where I’m usually lounging with my laptop), a bedroom with a king bed, a microwave, and a hotplate. Amongst billions of things it would take forever to mention, I have four very large bookshelves packed with books of all genres.

Not really what you were expecting? Perhaps you were close with the dark part; bright lit rooms tend to annoy me.