Writing the Cozy Mystery in a Cozy Spot
Nice, neat, desk, overlooking a snowy Michigan scene. Notice my knee in the front of the photo, and the open Trader Joe's bag, waiting for recycled paper. Very relaxing. Very zen. Makes me want to get to work! I've discovered recently that I can greatly increase my output when I take my laptop to work. (It's a MacAir; is that a laptop or a netbook? Not sure, only know I LOVE it!!!) For some insane reason, I'm perfectly neat at work, and a complete slob at home. (See pictures #1 and #2 for proof.) I'm working at home right now with a mind-bending cold. The cold has nothing to do with the state of my desk. Neither does the size of the desk. I used to have a huge workstation at home, and eventually all the piles would start to sit between the screen and my keyboard, just like it does now in the home picture, below. However, at work I have the habit of "tidying up" at the end of each day. I guess my day never ends at home, so the tidying up only happens when i can't stand it anymore.
I think I've had a major shift in work habits. And it's required a larger briefcase. I take all my usual items to work, and then I also bring my laptop and other assorted notebooks (journal, outline composition book) and pens, lots of pens. I give a dedicated hour or two to my latest book in-between interruptions. Silly people. Somehow they have the impression that I'm there to do my work. My regular work. It's okay. I can't get fired; it's a family business. In fairness to me, I used to get all my "regular" work done in two-three business days, so I'm not really hurting anyone. Just getting all my work done these days. And on such a nice, clean, almost zen desk.
I think I've had a major shift in work habits. And it's required a larger briefcase. I take all my usual items to work, and then I also bring my laptop and other assorted notebooks (journal, outline composition book) and pens, lots of pens. I give a dedicated hour or two to my latest book in-between interruptions. Silly people. Somehow they have the impression that I'm there to do my work. My regular work. It's okay. I can't get fired; it's a family business. In fairness to me, I used to get all my "regular" work done in two-three business days, so I'm not really hurting anyone. Just getting all my work done these days. And on such a nice, clean, almost zen desk.
My desk at home. I promise you I did not add to the mess to make a point. This is the real deal. As long as my keyboard is clear, and I can see the screen, I'm good to go. (Maybe it's time to break down and put a few things away, no?)
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