It may sound pretentious to call my basement corner room a "studio."
Words create reality though. In my masters degree studies, so long ago, I was tasked with seeing the concept of transubstantiation as a philosophical notion. So, I will call this dinky space a "studio" because that is "what it does."
Lately though, I've been noticing that the studio has aspects of a "three-ring circus." I continually move from project to project, while I feel like, even in my absence, the creation of that project continues.
Stuck on some point in writing a story? Maybe paint a little to nudge the synapses. Paint needs to dry? This papier mache mask needs a little help with the nose. Back to writing. Oh there is that video to edit, and the sound files...