Response to a writing prompt – Artist’s Corner by Fanni Sütő

For every writing prompt I post, I invite you to let me know if you end up producing a piece of writing in response to it. Fanni Sütő wrote the following contemplative tale in response to the prompt posted on December 4th – Creative Spaces.

Iona Pottery cr Judy Darley

Artist’s Corner by Fanni Sütő

I felt for the switch and hit it with an impatient tap. The many eyes of my chandelier responded with a flicker and poured their yellowish light on my room. I felt something was amiss even before I had entered or had seen the state of my bedchamber – the term is not an exaggeration, the colours and style of furniture made my humble abode resemble the boudoir of a very clichéd vampire lady, although when I was drawing up the plans I had absolutely no intention to aim for this effect. I was suspicious because of that strange and peculiar smell that permeated the air around my door – furniture polish and window cleaning liquid. It could have meant only one thing: my mother had neutralised all my precautions, got herself past all my crafty defences… and cleaned my room.

When I looked at my desk my misgiving proved true; it was clean and devoid of any mess. All my scrap papers, coffee-ring patterned notebooks and doodles were away now, probably being deported to their death in the belly of a rubbish-wagon. My laptop was huddling alone in the middle of my cleanly polished desk. I sighed and tried to swallow back my disappointment. I didn’t even notice the fresh bed sheets the ironed clothes and the general orderliness which was enveloping me, I only felt the disturbance in the force and the grief about my genius ideas which were now dying at the end of a dustbin somewhere far away from home. I was trying to find the silver lining on this fat black cloud: at least she didn’t throw out the fake book critics I scribbled on post-its about my yet unborn book and pasted all over the wall above my desk. They were supposed to provide me with inspiration and motivation but sometimes I caught myself just reading through them and grinning like an idiot. It is difficult to be a writer nowadays… all those 19th-century writer guys with their big bushy beards who were pouring long novels out of themselves like nowadays teenagers pour tweets… but they didn’t have all the stress and distraction.

And I would like to see Mama Dickens going into Charlie’s room and cleaning up all his notes – he couldn’t even hide it on a funny shaped USB key or in the depths of the internet. Then my heart melted because I found a big mug of my favourite coffee hiding shyly behind my laptop. It was, of course, already cold but that’s the way I drink it so I smiled feeling the love and caring and forgetting about the ruin of my working place.

Sometimes when I sat here waiting for inspiration, like a bad lover it never arrived. Other times an idea nestled itself in my head, hatching to the taste of cold caffe latte and the sound of the barking of the neighbour’s dog. There was a secret magic in the constellation of things, how a sudden flash of thought or a fragment of music can give birth to a whole new pulsating universe, which lives partly in your mind, partly on paper or on the screen. Again, I was not writing. I was staring at my wall imagining how my ideal writing corner would look, and I admit going to Pinterest to pin ideas of how to furnish a creative environment then I peeked on Facebook and sent my new board to my writing buddies. I looked around trying to find a new distraction but there was nothing else – just me, my ideas and the blankness of possibilities. I sighed, took a gulp of cold coffee, and let the work begin.

Fanni SütőAuthor bio
Fanni Sütő is a 23-year-old writer of everything from poems to flash fiction to novels, or anything you can imagine. She has been writing in her mother tongue (Hungarian) for a good ten years and started to come up with stories in English since the beginning of 2013. Her favorite genres are urban fantasy, fairy tale reworks and magical realism. She has been published in various online magazines and e-journals including Tincture Journal, Enchanted Conversations and The Casket of Fictional Delights. Find her at www.taleshrine.wordpress.com.