Now I sit me down to write
Be sure my back cushion feels just right
Knock questionable tissues onto the floor
Look for Post Its–I must have more!
Squint and strain at scribbled notes
What? Have my MC milk a goat?
Little, Brown share the space
With “How to Write Erotica” (in your face)
Cup of coffee, still pretty hot
Just get writing. Screw the plot!
Can’t close the door. My office is in the eat-in kitchen/family room. Kids’ craft zone in the drawers beneath.
And, yes, my office comes complete with karaoke. Sometimes I just need to sing. This is actually an old shot. I now have five Living Dead Dolls keeping a milky eye (okay, seven milky eyes, two red, and one black) on me from up top.
What the hell is this? A weird Dragonosaur punch balloon with his crystal ball of clarity? Yeah, he’s gone now, but he sure was a fine mascot for some time.
LIVING DEAD DOLLS : Eggzorcist (Photo credit: minowa*naitoh) Yes, I do have this one. My BFF thought I needed these to help with my horror writing. Indeed, she was correct.
So that’s where my magic <cough cough> happens. What weirdness do you keep in your “office?”
-Kimber
