Every decision was sentimental--my mom's old writing desk (painted black and roughed-up), flowers from loving folks at church, a photo of me with my agent and... and also, my initials... because I'm an egomaniac (actually, my mom bought them for me).
But in reality I have a toddler. When she collapses, so do I. So this is where I write most days:
Do you dare? Post a pic online of your favorite writing space, and leave the link here!