Check Out My Bitchin’ Office
I should be working on my novel but as usual, I’m blocked and cannot snap out of it. I suppose I could look up one of the hundreds of tricks on the internet that tell you how to break free of writer’s block, or I can do what I always do and write a separate manuscript where all my characters engage in a massive act of group sex.
Since I can’t share that, I decided to blog about the space where all the not-writing happens instead.
First up, the wall of books:
Darth Vader has a home at the end.
I hate traditional bookends. Problem solved thanks to Boba, R2 and Jabba.
Next is my sitting area where I obsessively blog stalk people. But certainly not you…
Admiral Ackbar keeps an eye out for traps.
Like you’ve never had a giant orange octopus rug. Don’t judge.
Whomever guesses correctly the reference to the following pic might get a free gift:
Because Jayne Cobb, that’s why.
To the right is where I pretend to get work done.
See? It’s right there on the screen. Well, the blog is.
Because I’m a Red Sox Fan no matter where I live.
The original Royal Rooter, Michael “Nuf Ced” McGreevy and famed Red Sox Anthem, TESSIE.
Chewy and C3PO on my Neil Gaiman
shrine shelf as seen from my chair. Also, I kind of like Octopi.
To the right of my desk is a fireplace but more importantly, a mantle of honor.
My Grandmother and mother (as a child) washing clothes in the Fasani, Italy village fountain; a very dashing Storm Trooper and an even more dashing oldest kid.
Below are three distinguished members of our nation’s (and the Galactic Republic’s) Military.
Your argument is invalid.
And because every good writer needs a partner:
And the last thing I see when I walk out of my office…a gift from the lovely and talented Fits of Wit…DOUBLE ENTENDRE WALL ART!