My Paris Studio

I could play in my studio all day long. Calling it a studio makes it seem like there are walls of supplies artfully displayed and yet totally handy like this studio, which is not mine but I wish it could be...Or a studio with a massive island in the middle where I cut things with fancy cutting boards, and of course light flows in from a massive window like this lady...

Or even a studio that promotes good posture when painting, like this girl...

None of this is true. My office is a room in the basement where I pay bills, guests sleep, printers beep, boxes are piled as neatly and as out of the way as possible, and yes, where books are written and writing courses are made. There is a small window that I could crawl out of in case of emergency. My office is NOT Pinterest worthy. Nor is it even blog worthy. But it works. And it exists, which is amazing compared to the Paris studio/kitchen counter where I wrote Paris Letters.I was researching Paris hotels for a little something I'm writing. I came across The Eiffel Writer's Suite at the Lutetia.At over 2000 Euros a night, I'm not sure many writers are writing here. I'm not sure I'd even want to, but it would have probably been warmer than the place where I actually did write books and letters. Voila... a glimpse at me writing in my Paris studio: (Kristin Lau Photographer) 

My "studio" was also my kitchen counter.

I'd have to pull out everything, write, and put everything back in a box that I stored on the shelf under the TV.

Then we would eat. Then clean. Then I'd pull out my box and begin again.

Box contents.

And art supplies artfully displayed. *snort giggle*

At least the books were artfully displayed.

I was so... flippin... cold when writing my book. I'd have to write, then go out to a café and warm up, write a little there in my journal, then come home and type up what I'd written. I wasn't one of those who took their laptop to the café in Paris. It's done, I suppose, but it's not as prevalent as in other countries. Nor it is very safe to whip out your laptop in Paris. But I didn't mind this type-walk-write-type routine because Christophe worked just up the street so we would have a mini summit. Usually we talked about food... and when he'd be home so I could clean up my writerly mess.And it was a very nice day when I brought him the book for the first time. You can find out where to get it here.I realize that is a lot of creativity in one post, but what can I say. I've got an inspiring studio.