I think as my life becomes more chaotic--overlapping deadlines on my book series, a day job that has turned into Insanity Central, the holidays coming up--I've been overcompensating by trying to reorganize my work spaces, both in my home office where I write and my office-office where I try to survive the day job. Both had descended into a cluttered mess.
(Of course, I could also be procrastinating, but at least I'll have a neat work space!)
I'm starting to make a little progress, so I thought I'd share a little of my space here. It will forever be cluttered--clean desk, empty mind, I always say--but that's the way I roll. As long as the clutter has a purpose, I'm okay with that.
Here we go....
Join me on Chickasaw Avenue (which lies between Choctaw and Cheyenne and next to Iroquois...see a pattern here?), where the leaves are finally starting to turn and the college students across the street see no reason to actually use their driveway when they can park on the street.
Brain trust central. My computer is actually a Macbook Pro. I run it closed, so it's that silver thing off to the left. I have my big monitor, a microphone for whenever I try to do a podcast (that thing that looks like it came from George Jetson's house), a superdrive, and two external hard drives hooked up to it, and use a wireless keyboard and mouse. When I need to travel, I just unplug the peripherals, grab the Macbook and go. Oh, and the ever-present bottle of Powerade Zero and a hunky model photo for inspiration.
Next to my chair are one of six sets of floor-to-ceiling built-in bookshelves (48 shelves total and, yes, they were THE reason I bought this house). In this set of shelves are reference books for my New Orleans urban fantasy series, so you see lots of stuff on Jean Lafitte and Louis Armstrong and Katrina. There are also general writing references on one shelf, writing-related magazines on another, and, of course, the six or seven shelves that include TBR pile spillover.
Speaking of which, here is one of the 30 shelves currently holding (barely) the TBR Mountain--note that each shelf is stacked three books deep. It's insane. And it's why I'm trying to move some along. How many have I actually read? Maybe...5 percent? It's a sickness. I have good intentions.
On the back side of my desk (which is actually a large square wooden table) is my "studio." So half of the desk has my computer and writing stuff, and the other half, with its own chair, is where I piddle around with artwork. I do digital and physical scrapbooking, and am starting to do more simple illustrations and art journaling. (Obviously, I'm about ten ranks below amateur but it is therapeutic.)
My most recent scrapbooking page; in her younger days, my dog Shane's favorite "toy" was an empty plastic bottle. It's a long story.
A girl can't draw without her case full of Sakura pens. Right?
And, of course, one needs artwork and doodads for inspiration, such as a "piggy bank" in the shape of an old typewriter, or....
A piece of painted clapboard from a New Orleans artist, or....
A painting of Jean Lafitte's Blacksmith Shop, or....
And there you have it. I still have piles of stuff to organize, but I'm getting there. It's sort of spring cleaning come early.
Do you get on a cleaning and organizing tear when the seasons change....or just as a means of procrastination? Tell me a favorite organization tip (or just leave a comment) to win a set of three mystery books from that horrendous TBR Mountain of mine! (They're all different genres, although most have a paranormal element to them.)