I find that stories tend to unlock themselves when looked at indirectly, so I’m always searching for ways to engage my conscious mind and take pressure off the page.
Before, this room was full of books, a reading chair, plants. Now we’ve got a crib, a changing table, a glider. I’ve kept my desk, though.
The three Polaroids that hang by my desk are from different parts of the story, but it helps to have them nearby.
My desk has to hold all the different versions of me, the good days and the bad. So far, it has.
By necessity, my workspace must be extremely versatile (much more versatile than my boudoir life I might add)
One day we will clean it all up and fix ourselves.