Just A Peek

This is my computer area. I don't have a laptop or a mobile blogging device, so I'm tethered to it.
My first, much larger workstation is in a corner of the living room and it's been taken over by the kids.

"Here" is where I do my book business as well as everything I write--this web page, comments on my blogging friend's pages, forums, emails, of course. I do a ton of reading here too, starting with Reuters and the New York Times emails in the morning. Oh, and the photography. Well you can't see that, but most of my "goofing around time" is devoted to that and done here.

The paperbacks that are stacked on the left are books of quotations. Stuff on the upper right includes my yoga book and a red calves-leather book of poetry from 1908 that I haven't figured out what to do with yet. Further down on the right is the freebie calender from my bank, below that, scissors and pens in a glass as a holder, my ubiquitous glass of water, and one day's pill box.

The monitor, if one looks closely just under the little "on" light has a indentation caused by  a...um... candle that I was using so as to not disturb my sleeping spouse. The smell of melting monitor didn't even rouse him, so I quit using the candle as a light and sometimes use the ugly clip-on light that I borrowed from him. It's vintage 1970-something. One can see the "came as a package deal" Dell speaker on the left and behind the monitor, and the network router under that. The CD up front in the photo is there for now to remind me to play it--it's a copy of the songs we are performing--on stage--in front of people-- in (gulp) less than two weeks! Oh yeah, there's post-it's everywhere--that's pretty self-explanatory.
I really love the gold clock perched up on the mini-shelf. My older son gave it too me. Of course it's from the re-sale shop (he works there now). It matters not, in fact that makes it all the better. Behind the clock is my 1933 complete Edgar Allan Poe collection. On the right of the clock are CD-R's, on the left Kleenex, which always must be within reach because I have a terminally runny nose (I hide it pretty well) due to allergies and the vaso-dilation that is caused by heart meds. Bah.

Oh yeah, can't forget--that's my youngest in the seagull frame. The little stained-glass lamp--I l-o-v-e stained glass-- is from my one and only brother, given for my birthday. Both boys tried to kill it by knocking it to the floor repeatedly (accidentally) when it resided at the other computer area. It is kind of farked up but the glass is fully intact and as the picture shows, it works.
That's about it--my little space.

Comments

[Cyn]

Relax, I was just kidding Jack.
I marvel though at the copious amounts of drugs/booze Hemingway, Poe, Van Gogh, et al ingested, not to mention the popular S. King, as they created their most admired work.

[Jack]

You read about so many brilliant artists being sauced or drugged out all the time and you wonder how they managed their craft? I have one beer and I can't write a word. I suspect that they were tortured souls and the alcohol and drugs were just additional demons to contend with. So, just kidding, Cyn. Stick to water.

[Cyn]

Ah, so that's your secret, Jack.
Thanks for for sharing it. ;)

[Jack]

That's water in the glass? Damnation, Cyn, you're a writer. Switch to vodka immediately.