We all approach the art of writing differently. Stephen King likes to work in a room with a door he can close, blasting rock music (AC/DC, Metallica, that kind of thing). Hey it works for him, he churns out novels faster than I can read them. I don’t need a closed door, but I do need music. I anchor myself to my stories with music.
Before we get to that, let’s discuss the workspace. This is mine:
It’s not always this neat. I thrive in chaos (note: not dirt). My children also have a way of bringing me things, toys mostly, throughout the day that end up on my desk. I don’t always take the dinosaurs back to their toy box right away, just sort of push them of to the side.
The things you see in the picture are always on my desk. On the left, next to the Coca-Cola, is my Collins Dictionary. I have the Thesaurus too, but it’s in the drawer. I always have coke, sometimes it’s in a glass, not a bottle, and coffee – and yes, I mix the two. I will finish my coffee and go straight to the coke. I’m addicted like that. I always need my asthma inhaler on my desk, for some reason I get panicky if it’s not right at hand, and in case of emergency, I have headache powders (next to the inhaler), although I take those infrequently.
Under my little pink lamp there, you can see my generic MP3/MP4 player thingy. We have a lot of blackouts here, and I can’t write without music, so I keep it there on standby (I stream all my music through Deezer, so when the power goes out, my music dies). My headphones are always plugged in, and when I’m at my desk, on my head where they belong. Next to the MP3 player is my notebook. There’s usually a pen on top of that book, but I think my kids walked off with it. On the right, next to my mouse, is the whiteboard marker. I don’t know what that’s doing there, I rarely use the whiteboard.