More bandwagon-jumping. This particular spree of idle self-indulgence originated here, with a post by Liz Hand at Inferior4.
So yeah, this is my desk. I would say it is equal parts decadent and utilitarian. Yes, I like it that dark. The important stuff, of course, is the books, but there are too darn many of them for me to be copying out here. So instead…
List of my distracting trinkets (tour of my writerly unconscious):
- A Farnum Hill Cider bottle full of dimes.
- A tupelo honey jar currently stuffed full of ten-sided dice and foreign coin.
- A figurine of the maize god I couldn’t work up the brazenness to pitch into the sacred well at Chichén Itzá.
- A handful of red clover and lavender blossoms, preserved in olive oil.
- Magnetic building blocks.
- A sphere of solid jasper.
- Another of scratched glass.
- Two small centaurs.
- A lump of coal I found washed up on the Maine coast from a sunken freighter.
- A chunk of volcanic rock from Mt. Fuji.
- A one-ounce sample bottle of frankincense.
- A rusted keyhole I found on the top of Mt. Toby, the former site of a hotel destroyed by arson at the turn of the century.
- A pint glass from Buzzard’s Bay Brewing Co., complete with buzzard.
After this, a real post, I promise.