Friend of mine June posted this on her blog months back...before I was doing much in the way of blogging myself. Loved her post at the time, and as she picked it up from someone else, thought I would pick it up and use it as well (please feel free to steal or borrow at will!).
This is where I usually work. Enlarge photo for pithy comments.
It's in the spare bedroom of the townhouse I currently live in with my husband and three cats (if you're my landlord, I was just kidding about three cats--make that TWO cats, per our lease. The third, clearly, lives in my head only. Thanks). I recently replaced my gargantuan ancient desktop with a compact laptop model and look! I can fit more things on the desk. Plus, this makes my desk moveable--this is home base, but I venture out in the world pretty often.
As a note, I notice that a lot of writers keep music handy. I don't, though I'm not sure why--I do enjoy and am inspired by music, especially classical, folk, and swing/jazz. I am a bit techoimpaired on the music, though, and tend to stick with CDs (how big of a fogey am I?) and those live elsewhere. I usually don't write and listen to music.
I also have a nice armchair on the room, for reading my stacks of library books. It smells kinda musty, but it should--it's pretty ancient as it came from my Grandma Ruby's house.
Because she's already been mentioned twice, a close-up shot of the photo of Grandma Ruby. Not only does she have amazing hair in this photo (talk about a lady who could carry a bob well!), she's one of my inspirations--she was a really bright woman who went out of her way for education (she moved from her hometown to live with her sister in order to go to high school). Because of when she lived and the circumstances of her life, she didn't leave behind a legacy outside her family, but she inspires me to do what I'm called to do--because I can pursue whatever I want, while she wasn't able to. This is why her photo lives on my desk.