Currently, I work for a professor, spending most of my time researching for a new business plan and writing case studies.  I don’t have an office, so oftentimes my local coffeeshop becomes just that.  I tend to love being able to walk through my quaint Charlottesville neighborhood to a locally owned cafe, sit on a bar stool, and zone into my work amidst the bustle of morning coffee drinkers and the handful of other regulars.

But sometimes when I am working on a more creative project or when I want to really dig in to writing fiction, I crave a space of my own to spread out my stuff and my thoughts.  I have half transformed our sunroom into my office, meaning I moved the furniture around so my desk would fit at the center of our large back window overlooking the magnolia, apple, peach, and fig trees.  The view is quite pretty for a suburban home pushed up against our neighbors, but the space itself is lackluster.  Here’s what’s inspiring me today – an artist’s workroom.

It’s funny how I am drawn to both whitewashed spaces and their darker alternatives.  I don’t seem to care for much in between.  I think a few things are key: natural light, fresh flowers, art on the walls.  I really love attic spaces too – there is something totally romantic about holing up in a small room all to oneself, exposed beams overhead, and a large window overlooking the countryside.

Workspaces: 1 source unknown (anyone know?), 2, 3, 4