Where I Write
Anywhere, really, but by preference, right here. See how much I like interruptions when I'm at play. I mean work. (Writing is supposed to equate to suffering. Just for a moment there, I forgot.)
My writing desk looks like this:
With various trinkets that seem appropriate (and yes, that's my oldest and favourite kettlebell at the bottom of the picture):
The red skull came from Naples. There's a trilobite possibly visible in the previous pic that came from Arizona. Not sure I can remember where I acquired all the other trinkets...
I might do something like a cross-posting of this to my newly active Facebook page. Wow, do I have my finger on the 21st-century pulse.
Work is proceeding nicely on Tristopolis Requiem, by the way.