Show Me Yours

[Unsung Muse]

I don't know if it's quite as intriguing to others, but I personally enjoy conjuring up "the scene" of different lit authors writing.

I picture Vella in her bubble bath with a micro-recorder, I see Doc stationed at a c.1930 art deco desk facing a window, I imagine Colly luxuriating on an edwardian chez....

Wondering – what's the true picture?
Show me yours!!

 

[OhMissScarlett]

My office is a serious wreck right now or I'd post a pic. I guess you'd call my decor Victorian, except for the kneehole desk, which I keep banging my shins against.

I'm surrounded by books, so many that they're falling off shelves and have to be piled on the floor. Oh, and don't forget the piles of clean laundry and unwrapped Christmas gifts piled on the unmade bed.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

I have three that I like, one of which is real.

1) A small, cramped room, crowded with computer parts, wires, gadgets and such laying around in various states of repair. A cluttered desk with papers and coffe mugs about, pens arranged in chaotic designs. The chair from which I write by a window over looking a courtyard that fluctuates between teeming with life and barren isolated emptiness.

2) IF any of you remember the old Ray Bradbury series that was on HBO, and it opened with supposedly Ray's writing room, filled to the ceiling with knick knacks, ideas, just story fodder falling over story fodder.

3) A solitary soul with a laptop, beneath a large spreading oak, oblivious to the world around but engrossed in the world conjured by clicking keys.

 

[NoJo]

I work on my stories in my head, while walking on the heath. I write them on my laptop, sometimes in cafes or bookshops, but usually sitting on the Persian rug in my bedroom, with an endless mug of tea within knocking distance of my elbow.

 

[AppleBiter]

Okay, I'll play along. My study is a tiny room filled with three computers, all networked together, and I sit at the most comfortable chair in the room (a big, black padded rolling-chair with the stuffing coming out of the seams) trying not to freeze to death as the wind seeps in through the cracks in the window. My desk is covered in crap: paper plates, plastic cups, tape, CDs, pencils, remotes, a hole puncher, pictures, old lottery tickets, a belt, and a hamster in a gi that dances and sings "Kung Fu Fighting."

If that weren't glamourous enough, the wallpaper in the room is of children who look like a mix between characters from "Heidi" and Raggedy Ann & Andy. The bottom half of the walls are done in white paneling. *gag* The floor is berber carpet, like what you would find in a cheap office setting. Also, we use this room for storage, so there are several items stuffed into the corners from a crossbow to an exercise bike.

Arousing, isn't it? Just what you would envision an erotica author's creative love den to look like. Don't get yourself too worked up, now.

BTW -- I rent. I would NEVER decorate my own house this way.

 

[cloudy]

My desk is in the living room, the left side against one wall. I can look out the french doors at the dying kudzu across the road, if I like.

My desk is covered with assorted notbooks, cd's, mail that needs to go out, a pair of pliers, a couple of screwdrivers, cold medicine, and assorted hot wheels cars.

To my left is the lopsided christmas tree.

Behind me are the couches and television. The floor looks like Toys'r'Us exploded.

 

[impressive]

Well, my actual "office" space is an area (about 8' x 18') separated from our family room by a 1/2 wall. A wide ledge forms the top of said wall (which is really about 5' tall ... slightly more than "half" height) and it's thick with thriving house plants in colorful ceramic pots.

At one end of my space, my desk (a large wooden generic version from Sam's) sits with one short side to the long outside wall -- leaving about 4' of space for my chair behind it (so my back's to the short outside wall rather than to the room). There's a window centered on the short wall to my back -- which opens to the west.

Standard desktop Dell on the desk with multifunction HP printer.

Along the rest of the long outside wall are filing cabinets -- half of 'em filled with paper & supplies & records, and the rest filled with fabric & craft stuff. One locking file drawer holds my Phaze & Lit stuff.

On the other (interior) short wall is a built-in counter upon which is my sewing machine. Both base & wall cabinets are full of threads & buttons & zippers & patterns & related periphenalia.

All visible wall space is covered with kids' drawings, snapshots, ticket stubs, souveniers, etc. -- just tacked into the dry wall like it's cork board.

The carpet is a plush dusty blue with a vine-y pattern in very muted peach/mauve.

The long north wall has two high narrow windows which open awning-style. Good for a breeze but not a view -- which is fine, as the view is of the street/driveway.

So, after all that, I'll tell you that I write on my laptop at various places throughout the house. Right now, I'm sitting in a bright red microsuede recliner in the basement looking south over the mountains. Anna Nalick is on the stereo & a fresh pot of coffee has just finished brewing.

 

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[Liar]

I think I did this on some thread about a year ago, but I can't remember where or when.

My "office" is a semi claustrophobic space between a brown bookcase and a white wall, under a kind of storage loft, so there is not enough room to stand up straight. But it is the perfect amount of space to comfortably accomodate the five things that belong there: My crappy IKEA desk, my kickass old office chair from the 40's, my ironing board (iut was the onlyt place left for it), my cat, and finally me (sitting down).

My desk contains old bills that I have forgotten to throw away, assorted cables, my Eeyore coffee mug, a toy giraffee, a busted printer, a not-yet-busted computer and a stack of unmarked cd-r disks that I'm supposed to go through and see what they contain. If I can ever be arsed.

 

[Liar]

MUYYYYAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!
It's CRAZZZZEEEEEE!!

Holy crabs. You got a lot of....stuff.

 

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[sophia jane]

My desk is in the living room, the left side against one wall. I can look out the french doors at the dying kudzu across the road, if I like.

My desk is covered with assorted notbooks, cd's, mail that needs to go out, a pair of pliers, a couple of screwdrivers, cold medicine, and assorted hot wheels cars.

To my left is the lopsided christmas tree.

Behind me are the couches and television. The floor looks like Toys'r'Us exploded.

You very nearly described my desk. I'm in the left corner and the tree is to my right, and I don't have any tools on my desk, but the rest of this is pretty accurate.

 

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[Unsung Muse]

Thanks for sharing. I love this little peek into your worlds!

Rather surprised to find (so far at least), I'm the only one writing from bed...

Just propped up with pillows, my iBook warming my lap (sometimes it gets
a little too warm & I have to slide something under it, but – for the most part
– nothing separates 'us'). Admittedly, my bed can get just as messy as some
of your offices & desks seem to be

Am I alone?

 

[entitled]

My writing area... isn't quite as much a disaster as some. It's still up there. It's the west wall of the living room, which isn't really that much. The desk, two small filing cabinets, and a small shelving unit take up all the room from the south wall to the closet door, which stays open. (It's the only way heat can get from the wood stove to the girls' room.)

There's room above the desk for the pictures that are framed and haven't been put up yet. i took all of them. On the south wall is one of my drawings (out of line of the camera) and a hook with three tarot decks hanging from it. The shelves hold my lamp, an oil scen tinfusion thingy, my wand, the fish, four sets of nesting dolls, a soapstone elephant, more tarot decks, a bunch of stuff having to do with spinning (drafts and such for different patterns), CD, bills, and things of that nature. The desk is filled with... uh... more of the same. and then some. It's also got my groin protection, a couple of crystal balls, a sprang bag, three different diaries (two of them filled, one just started), spinning supplies, a couple of stray tools, batteries, etc.

In the corner between the shelves and the computer desk is a small pile of leather armor, custom fitted for me. In the foreground is the oldest of the three distractions. Being a distraction.

 

[zeb1094]

Here's my little corner of heaven.

 

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[entitled]

TIDY!
and TWO staplers!!!

A horny minotaur?

WHat's sad is that my little corner there is the most messed up spot in the whole house. The rest is kept pretty clean.

 

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[zeb1094]

TIDY!
and TWO staplers!!!

Yep, so I can staple the dogs ears over their eyes when I'm posting on Lit. Their too young to be lookin' as such stuff.

 

[entitled]

why is that "sad"? it's your corner.

I work in HEAPS.

Because it's my corner. i'm the one that insist everything be clean, but by the time i get this far all the energy's gone, and it just piles.

 

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[~photoguy~]

pic worth 1000 words ...

 

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