A Room of One's Own

So we all know that famous line, right? By V.Woolf...what a woman needs to gain fame and stature as a writer...five hundred pounds a year and a room of her own...

For the time being, this blog is my "room." I mean, yes, I do have an office, a literal space in which I can write. But this space is cluttered with textbooks, tax forms, the overflow of my sons' toys from the next-door family room, etc. This space truly is a "storage room," rather than a place that inspires creativity, free thinking, artisic energy.

I like the idea of this blog being a "room." Just floating out there somewhere in the netherworld of cyperspace. It is ethereal and uncluttered. And thoguh not private, it is still mine.

What is a "room?" Especially when it concerns the workings of my mind...