Is it my imagination, or is there an epidemic of deadline fever going around? I’ve caught the bug myself. Twenty pages to go on a WIP that’s due March 1, two books to finish judging for the RWA Rita contest, and, uh-oh, my turn to blog at P & P. So I’m looking around my office wondering what to write about. Hmmm. Thinking, every person who reads, writes or otherwise contributes to this page is sitting at a computer. The setting for that computer is unique to each of us—and tells a lot about us. So, for what it’s worth, here’s a peek into my working space.
I live alone, so finding a quiet place to work’s no problem. My office is in a spare bedroom. Because I spend so much time here, I surround myself with things that make me happy. My computer is a year old, but the desk it sits on could tell stories. I bought it decades ago for $10 at a yard sale and paid my daughter’s friend $25 to strip the varnish for me. It looks like it might have been in a school–big and solid with dovetailed drawers and a patina of scratches. I love every inch of it, and wouldn’t get a new one even if I could afford it.
On the wall above my desk is a large (3 by 5 foot) painting done by an Australian Aboriginal woman, made up of thousands of tiny clustered dots on a black background. Looking at it is like looking into space. I never get tired of it. Most of the other pictures in my office, including another large painting behind me, are early works by my daughter, a fine professional artist. There’s also a photo of Powder Puff, the cat I had for 23 years.
I have a bookshelf crammed with books and a wooden rack crammed with cd’s that I play on an ancient boom box (currently playing the sound track from Whale Rider). On top of the shelf there’s a live plant, and a beautiful Pueblo storyteller figure that I bought at Acoma for my mother and got back when she passed away. Also a small photo taken at the last Thanksgiving dinner I celebrated with my parents.
Under the high window on my right is a big, ugly “cat condo” that I bought on ebay for my current kitties Walter and Sadie. It lets them watch the birds in the backyard and keeps them off my desk—at least some of the time. I could shut them out when I’m working, but I enjoy their company. After all, this is their office, too.
What is your space like? Is it a kitchen table surrounded by kids? A quiet corner? A laptop in your briefcase? An elegant studio? When you look around what do you see?