This month’s featured author, Rita Leganksi, kindly gives us a tour of her writing space today:
So I admit to having a couple of quirks. One of them is that I like the space where I write to be very neat, because I’m easily distracted and clutter interferes with my Zen. Writing can be a messy business—littered with notebooks and paper clips and such like—but I’ve found a solution: my writing space is L-shaped. The immediate area in front of me is quite tidy. The only things on it that aren’t technology-related are an antique Underwood typewriter (think Hemingway), a flower pot full of pens, and my little green-painted pelican. The flower pot and the pelican are made of the good earth’s clay, which brings a nice balance to the technology stuff. Three of the walls are painted tawny gold, but the one that I face is a nice brick-red. Affixed to it are shelves full of reference books, family mementos, and my two hard-earned diplomas. I like the wall I look at. To my right is a south-facing window that frames bushes and lavender and a flowering pear tree that loses its blossoms in summer and its leaves in autumn, but keeps its berries for hearty little birds that stay all winter. To my left is where the mess is kept—the piles of notes, the remnants of research; the flotsam and jetsam of etcetera.
I sit in a chair that doesn’t match anything in the entire house. It looks exactly like what it is—an ergonomic piece of office furniture. It may not be pretty, but after eight hours of sitting at a computer, I’m ready to chant to my homely blue office chair.
Oh yes, behind me hangs a framed print reminiscent of Toulouse Lautrec’s Ambassadeurs: Aristide Bruant dans soncabaret, but instead of bearing the famous likeness of Aristide Bruant, this one features Daffy Duck. The Looney Toons vibe seems to fit.