My Desk: It Works for Me

Some folks do their writing at an uncluttered desk, with a view of a lawn or garden. This is where I spend most of the day. And quite a few evenings.


My desk on a Friday afternoon. May 18, 2012.

The latest addition is that little gray box by the toy cars. It's a kitchen timer, set to go off every 30 minutes. When it beeps, I get up, stretch, and sometimes walk around a bit. Without that, I'd stay in place for hours.

A garden view would be nice, but there's a window to the right of my desk, looking out on a hummingbird feeder, some lawn, and (almost) the corner of Ash and South 9th in Sauk Centre. My webcam looks out that window, too, and that's another topic.

Not-entirely-unrelated posts:

• "Lemming Tracks: A Change in Schedule"
  Apathetic Lemming of the North (May 14, 2012)
• " 'Sleep on It:' Separating Inspiration From Indigestion"
  Drifting at the Edge of Time and Space (January 24, 2012)
• "Making a Work Space that Works For a Writer"
  Apathetic Lemming of the North (July 28, 2010)
• "Monday: Small Town Tranquility and Road Work"
  (June 15, 2009)
• "Medical Meets Creative"
  (January 29, 2009)