JOHN MEANEY

18.5.18

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):
And...
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.