Ever fall in love with a book or an author voice, an entire oeuvre, and then wonder exactly where the writer's butt was parked while they were toiling over those words? No? Well too bad. I'm taking you there anyway.
I invited my fellow Chicks and a few of my favorite sister authors to share pictures of their usual writing spots. It's an intimate realm, and if these walls could talk they'd probably tattle on us. Many a tear has been shed, a triumph squee'd, and a frustrated breath huffed or howled in these spaces.
Items of note: you may be able to spot Chicken Hat atop my computer station, and upon the windowsill is a pair of binoculars, used not for leering at the neighbors [usually] but for ogling the bufflehead ducks out in the cove. The binoculars are sitting on the most overworked book in our place—the Peterson Guide to Birds of North America. Oh yeah…my bird-nerdery, witness it.
"Finally, it's important to maintain a connection with the environment, nature and wildlife as you work. Fortunately for me, I get plenty of wildlife right outside that window because at night, that's where the armadillo always tries to break into the back yard. It just does not get more exotic and romantic than that."
|Dalton Diaz, ably assisted by Simba|
"I'm also giving you a close-up of some of my geekiness. These are some of my desk toys. Yes, Doctor Who hangs out with Lego Catwoman. They have fun times with the whip. I've hidden my Torchwood pictures. ;)"
"In fact, you could probably run a contest, based on guessing what half the stuff is meant to be."
Okay, Little Miss MS Painty-Pants, I will. The first person to correctly identify the brownish rectanglish segmented thing in the very upper right (on what I suspect is a side table covered in candies, just above the pile of zebra corpses) can have their choice of any of my (Cara's) ebooks. Also, are those Sharlto Copley's socks on your bed?
And those are our glamorous lives. I know—no pool boys holding trays of bon-bons, no hulking model-muses posing at our command so that we may capture the subtleties of their rippling pectorals. Just somewhere to sit, a bit of privacy, a word receptacle of some sort, some personal comfort items. What this job lacks in elaborateness it makes up for in low overhead. Thanks for visiting! Now get out—we have word counts to hit.