Because I’m procrastinating on finishing up my current WIP, as I’m tackling the ending for a THIRD time, I thought I’d share a peek into my cavern of creativity. Above is a snapshot of my writer’s corner.
Let me break it down for you.
Front and center resides the jewel–my pretty, pretty Apple, keeper of all things. Pictures, research, secret character facts, they all have their own little spots here.
To your left you will notice quite a few objects. Mr. Depp keeps a wicked eye on things from his perch. Below him is my collection of awesomeness from Eerie–my own Voodoo doll, my Mardi Gras Mask, and a card that helped me keep Xander and Warrick in perspective.
Below that treasury is my version of Harry Dresden’s Bob–my skull of knowledge, let’s call her Lulu, sitting on my coveted box of red pens (and purple and green). Currently she’s supporting the Kyn Bible.
To Lulu’s left, we have posted words of wisdom from the ever so clever pen monkey, Chuck Wendig and the 10 Rules of Writing a First Draft all crowded around a reminder from my BFF, Ang, on why friends are such a great concept.
Now down on the surface of what was the very first kitchen table Knight and I ever bought we have a spread of randomness. There is the treasured Synonym Finder, a thesaurus must have, and a pile of papers. In this lovely pile you would discover the unique requirements for various blog hops in October, a blue notebook containing various story line options (sometimes it’s easier to write out where the story is going vs. typing it out), and a list of my latest Twitter followers to thank at a later date. Crumpled in front is what happens when you suffer from the dreaded allergies. There are pens everywhere.
Tucked under the precious Apple are the epitome of stereo surround sound-my headphones, a gift from Knight. Not only does it allow me to immerse myself into my chosen soundtracks, it blocks all those pesky outside noises. You know the ones, “Mom, when’s dinner?” “Honey, what happen to/where is/when are we/…” that will suck your creativity into a little black box.
Yep there are two other speakers as well, when I want to share my pulse pounding musical tracks with whoever may be around (or just drown them out).
A coffee mug (filled) and a glass of my preferred other drink (watered down lemonade). Both are essential in refueling both the writer and the muse. Huddled behind those is the mini Apple, my tool for traveling or when I must escape this writer corner.
More papers on that, I think it’s an unpaid bill, another notebook with various information they tell you never to write down, (but who can keep it all straight unless you write it down?), a list of editors and agents for the next query, an a copy of my contract for WRAPPED IN SHADOWS, part of Black Opal’s Winter Anthology coming out in December.
Two mice (mouses?) and a keyboard and tucked behind the screen is my very first iPod (U2 version from like 10 years ago), for some reason I just haven’t given it up yet.
And there you have it, my writing cave, and since I’ve managed to burn through a few minutes, I guess it’s time to stop whining and get to writing. Two weeks and this piece must be done and out so I can begin prepping for NaNo and SHADOW’S CURSE….
Now, I’ve asked this question of every guest I’ve had, so I’m throwing it out to you guys this time…
What is the strangest thing on your desk?