My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
My sister and I did not have our own rooms, or even a place to ourselves. In the living room, beyond the two windows, was a little corner where my books were kept, and other thing - my watercolors and so on. Often I had to imagine the things I needed. I learned very early to read amidst noise.
For me, 'Room' is an opportunity to relive an aspect of my childhood that I hadn't put a ton of thought into.
I just want to sit in my room and write books.
I have one room dedicated to just meditation.
Our house has a library - it seemed better use of the space than as a dining room! - and I try to spend as much time in there as possible. There's nothing better while reading or writing than to be surrounded by books.
What good is sitting all alone in your room?
I work in our living room, a strange room in a strange, topsy-turvy house. I work underneath this enormous bookshelf.
There are a lot of times when I walk into a room and forget why I walked in there. I'm going through some studies right now, and I am going to do a brain scan.
I usually write in my kitchen, which is a large, octagonal room that looks into woods - three big windows look out into the trees.
I have a room dedicated to music and recording. I go there first thing in the morning and just before I go to bed. And it has a window to my street, so I can watch all the crazies walking by.