I'll Show You Mine, If You Show Me Yours...

I have finally unpacked my office. Kind of. Sort of. Okay, so what you don't see in these pictures are the four boxes still on the floor out of sight.

Anyway...I remember there was this one site once where you could look at the offices of famous writers. It was really cool, ranging from complete catastrophies to gilded antique desks with stunning vistas to a small table in the hallway. To me, it was like a voyeuristic peek into the lingerie drawers of best-selling authors.

No matter where we work, we all personalize our work area. In past day jobs, I did the same thing. Now, I actually have my own space - for the past three years in the old house, I wrote on the couch in the living room. Granted, I share my office with my husband's massive library o'death and mayhem - but it's good research. Although he wasn't too happy when I put my Wonder Woman and The Tick action figures in front of his big, tough books. Too bad.

So, here's my desk in all it's glory (which is from the Kathy Ireland collection at Oak Expressions - I kid you not). As you can see, I'm a bit hung up on Maleficent - my favorite Disney character (villains are soooo much more interesting than those wimpy princesses) and I try to keep it somewhat organized...well, at least when company's coming over.

I'd like to see the writing spaces of the other fabulous Death Divas on Killer Fiction. The gauntlet has been thrown down ladies. Let's see what you've got.

"The Assassin"