So now it’s my turn to talk about my workspace. I thought about cleaning up a bit before taking these photos, but then decided, what the heck. I’ll show you what it really looks like, clutter and all. My office is in a huge room above our garage. It has open beams and sloping walls, a really fun sort of space that made building bookcases a challenge. On the wall is a framed copy of 1996 New York Times Bestsellers List where I made my very first appearance, and draped on it are all the nametag lanyards from various book festivals and conferences I’ve attended over the years. You can also see two different desks.
One desk is an antique partner’s desk, where there’s way too much junk spread out across the surface. But this is the desk where I write my first drafts, in longhand. At the moment, it’s got maps of Boston, handwritten pages of my next novel, and a ton of other stuff I really should get rid of!
The other is my computer desk, which looks no neater!
And I’m embarrassed to show you what the other half of the room looks like. But here it is:
There are books, running shoes, a photocopy machine, and tons of boxes with various editions of my books that I’m not sure what to do with. Plus a futon couch where I sometimes stretch out and stare at the ceiling when I can’t figure out what the heck happens next in the story!
Finally, here’s the best part of my office. Or maybe I should call it the worst part, because it’s so darn distracting:
The view. My windows look out over Penobscot Bay, where I can spot seals and dolphins, seabirds and even the occasional bald eagle. On the window sill are various souvenirs I’ve brought back from my travels abroad, including interesting rocks from Turkey, Egypt, Libya, and England. And I always keep my globe nearby, just to remind myself that there’s a lot of the world I have yet to see.