For years I’vestruggled to spin my southern urban fantasy and contemporary romance stories while the TV blares TV’s Funniest or Top Cops or Ax Men.
This is the view out the window over my desk. Let me give you the tour…
The bayou (pronounced bahh) runs east and west so we get some beautiful sunrises and sunsets and in the evening the water looks just like a mirror.
Before you even enter, there’s the swing made from a tree, that my friend James the master carver made, and the Aboriginal lizard (he needs a name).
He dug for the crystal on my desk and carved that beautiful natural bowl out of a burl of wood retrieved from the bayou near here.
There’s a stuffed Highland coo I got on my trip, a tea cloth from Scotland a writer friend brought me, the poster from my RNC conference where I met Jimmy Thomas.
My storyboard of the Destiny Paramortals sits behind my desk along with one of the last flower arrangements a dear friend of mine made me. She died of breast cancer at 54 and every time I look at it I think of her. If you look closely, next to it you can probably identify Tempe, my Tempestaerie.
When I go home to DC my friend and I hit Annapolis and some of the thrift shops, so these things remind me of her – the handmade pen dish and holder and the odd looking turquoise lamp I got for $3.
No retreat would be complete without my Outlander mouse pad which says, “I just want to go to Scotland, Fall through some stones, wake up in 1743, and find Jamie Fraser. Is that really too much to ask?” which always gets the response from male friends of “Who’s Jamie Fraser?”
How about you? Do you have a special place, even a closet you can lock the noise and distractions out, so you can work? I’d love to hear about it.