by Rob the Slob
Photos of our workspace, huh? Be careful what you wish for. Just click on the thumbnails to see the full-sized photos.
I’m not known as Rob the Slob for nothing.
This is where I sit every single day and most of the night. I must be spending twelve or more hours a day in this chair lately, including weekends.
My ass is sore.
As you can see, I write on an iMac. I’ve long been a PC guy, but I love my iMac. On the right is a screen that at the flip of a switch is a secondary Mac display or a Windows 7 monitor. Depends on my mood. I’ve got a PC under the desk.
The thing with all the knobs on the left is my newly acquired Mackie Oynx 1640i firewire mixer. I write and record music and this helps me do that.
This area is directly to my left as I sit at my desk. I like the bookshelf there so that I can reach over, grab a book at random and get inspiration from my favorite authors. When I’m low on writing energy, there’s nothing better than reading someone else’s work.
I probably could have cleaned up and made everything pretty, but let’s face it. Most writers are slobs. We’re right brainers, so what do you expect? I’m looking at some free time late in October and I plan to rip everything out of here and completely redesign this space into something resembling a real office—and recording studio.
Here we have an old Fender Bullet Strat that’s worth about ten bucks, which I bought during the Fender CBS years (I worked for CBS at the time as a script typist). The black one is a Gibson Les Paul, which is on loan from my daughter. And to the right of that is my new Paul Reed Smith Tremonti, which I absolutely love.
You’ll note the piles of Gold Medal books in the b.g. My “collection.” Turns out I collect more dust than books.
I’d show you a wider shot of the room, but you’re already disgusted enough. You do not want to see any more than this. Trust me.
Sometimes I forget to bring it.