When I think about it, I’m totally astonished by the impact my studio has on my level of productivity.
I rented this little studio back in October, 4 days after coming home from London, 2 days before going to Rhinebeck. I was pretty lucky to find it, I think. And it made SUCH a huge difference in the amount of work I did–I realized, in retrospect, that I am not the kind of person who can just wake up and start working. I have to get dressed, brush my teeth, leave the house, and THEN start working. Plus, before, my workspace was half the couch and the floor in front of it, and people were always bagging up my stuff, trying to clean up. It was terrible. I never got ANYTHING done. But now:
And here’s my marvelous shelf:
And here’s the view from my window (I can see into Starbucks, where I spy on the mayor):
