Moving In ~ Procrastination Habit #4
Well, three days after my wife provided me with my own little office in the broom closet, I made it officially mine. I moved it my stuff. My Must Have stuff.
I’ve toted down milk crate loads of my reference and resource books ~ only the ones I’ve deemed my Indispensable Tomes: the How-To Write a Novel books, the You Can books, the Writer’s Digest collection of Plot, Scene, Character, Setting, etc.
I spend a half day haunting our local Office Max, Walmart, and IKEA looking for a short 3-tier shelf that would fit a long the back wall of my limited cube space. I found one, put it together and crammed it full of my handy-dandy, well-worn tomes.
The one deep-set shelf, an inherent component of the utility closet’s design, was already filled with my Inspirational Stuff. The items that fuel my imagination and provide me with a creative atmosphere in which to work. My: Static Ball-Holding Bronze Buddha, fearsome impeccably-detailed hand-painted Ceramic Green Dragon, large-eyed Alien Skull, gruesome-looking rubber Shrunken Heads with realistic hair and stitched eyes & lips, small Bobble-Body Hawaiian Hula Girl Lamp, replica of Mutant Conjoined Twins statue, and ceramic Croc Creature with bloody teeth.
It took me several hours juts to pick out the right calendar and Science Fiction/Space prints to adorn my three remaining walls ~ I snuck a Maxim Swimsuit Calendar into my inner sanctum and pinned it up on the inside of my closet door.
Adding my own little touches got my creative juices flowing. The kids loved watching daddy flick on and off the little Hula girl lamp and make my pair of shrunken heads jiggle.
The only question Jen asked after watching all of this was: Did you getting any writing done?
Nah.
