This is my pile of "things to get around to" and Mermaid Barbie, who is even creepier than she looks.
The beauty of writing, though, is that you don't really need a space. Last week I wrote chapter four to Book 3 on the back of several utility bill envelopes that I was too afraid to open. I've even texted myself entire scenes while riding in the back of a cab.
I guess my real "writing space" is the space between my ears.