YOU GOTTA BEGIN WITH A BABY-SHAKE
While I spent the whole day cleaning up the story I wrote yesterday, wrote a draft of a second one (very rough) AND have a few notes about what I experienced last night (I went to a poetry reading but really, the walk home by motels that have been shuttered for the season was the best part in its own creepy way), I figured in the meantime I’d send you all some photos of where I’m staying.
What’s most interesting to me about the condo is that it has the same layout, almost, of a cabin we had as a family in the Adirondack State Park—down to the loft bedroom. The only difference is the bright colors, and the abundance of windows (what I’d always wished about that place…it was WAY TOO DARK). This place is full of sunshine, bright colors, and a view of the bay. Such a contrast to the almost-windowless cabin huddled beneath hundred-old-pine trees!
So…here are photos. Don’t worry, I’m getting lots of writing done…tomorrow is the first day I get to write in Norman Mailer’s living room, which overlooks the bay. I hope to take some photos there to share with you.
And right now, it is pouring and rip-roaring storming here–like a monsoon–and one of my favorite films…The Perfect Storm…is playing on the TV accompanied by Sebastian Junger’s commentary. How could anyone ask for a better New-England-the-way-it-should-be atmosphere than this?

...here's the first view of the kitchen, on the other side of the bathroom wall. I'm going clockwise.

...totally LOVE the view of the lattice work from the other apartment's decks from this kitchen. Gives it a total "secret Laverne & Shirley" feel -- at least for me.

Here's the cathedral ceiling in the writing room. In daylight, sunlight nails a pure beam onto where I write.

...here's the same window. At night, it reminds me of something out of the Salem Witch Trials (I have NO idea why, so don't ask).

The dining area...where I never eat, but spend every day with my coffee planning what I'm going to write. The front door is to the right; the bathroom is just a few steps beyond.

Stairs to the second floor. The bathroom and door outside are on the left side of the screen; the kitchen is beyond the "angle" of the stairs, where I totally clocked myself on the head. Now I have a chair pushed in front of that.

Here's the base of the stairs to the loft. Notice the cut-out is the same on the loft railing. I just LOVE that old detail.

Ascension to the second floor. The VERY narrow stairs have a HUGE rise, as most stairs did in older homes. They remind me of Poe's house in Baltimore.

Here's the view I see from my bed when I wake up each morning. There are EIGHT windows up in the loft. It's amazing! So. Much. Light!!

Another view of the loft, facing toward the stairs, in the blazing afternoon on Jan. 16. It was quite mild that day; the birds were singing, and it felt like March.

AWESOME view out one of my loft-bedroom windows. Totally reminds me of the year I lived in Charlestown, RI -- love that seascape brush!
Posted on January 18, 2010, in Deep Thoughts & Fun Stuff and tagged Norman Mailer Writer's Colony, Provincetown, Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Thanks for sharing. I love a space that includes a loft,so funky.
I like all the light to write by,my eyes need it at this season in my life.
So you have some Salem Witch vibe thing going on? That I wouldn’t like:_) I don’t do scary stuff!
Any way carry on,and enjoy the moments.
Blessings,
Iris
Hi Kay-I love this place. You are so fortunate to be where you are. Reminds me of all the condo’s I rented all the years I went to PTown for vaca. Productive writing to you:)
Peace
Tina
I love those last two pictures in particular. There’s a lot of promise in them.