Somewhere, I can't remember exactly where, the poster was asking for photos of writing work spaces. Looking around my room (Yes, I have a writing room. However, it's also the business room, the doing-taxes room, the extra storage room, and the no-place-on-the-bookshelf-room-so-it-gets-stuffed-there room. I swear, one day I'll empty it out and start over, but meanwhile, I thought it would be fun to point out all the stuff with which I'm surrounded. Everything has meaning to me, and I get a kick out of it every time I sit down at the desk to write.There's nothing earthshattering, by any means. It's just my personal picture of chaos. I'm very fortunate, and I know it.
|To the right of my computer. My youngest painted the stilllife in Middle School.|
|Filing cabinet to my left. Family pix, Vogler in outline form.|
Michael Hague cheat sheet. Daytona race pix, my eldest daughter's
early self portrait from 20 years ago.
|Also to my left, sticky notes and Mary Englebreit poster.|
It says it all.