Show Me Yours
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Alex De Kok
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Let's see if I can paint a picture with words
I use the smallest bedroom of the house. In front of me, my desk, keyboard on a slide-out shelf. Double bookshelf above the monitor, stuffed full of programming and assorted writing books, most of which I never open. To my right, the window. Behind me, to my right, a three drawer filing cabinet, with my laser printer on top. Behind me, four wall-mounted book shelves, stuffed full of computer and English language books, dictionaries, etc. To my front left, a platform covering the top of the staircase, on top of which is an old kitchen unit, four drawers just the right size for CDs and DVDs. On top of that, my inkjet printer. On the shelf to my immediate left, and at a comfortable height, my Wacom Graphire tablet. I don't use a mouse after bad RSI in my right elbow. I'm left-handed. Above the door, which I rehung to open out and give me more room, a shelf stuffed full of assorted boxes containing, amongst other things, spare laser cartridge, temperature controlled soldering iron, box of 60s 45 rpm singles. On the floor, behind me, under the shelves, boxes of assorted magazines, all of which have absolutely nothing to do with writing erotica. Behind the kitchen unit, on the platform, four plastic storage boxes containing goodness knows what, I've long since forgotten. On every available level space, CDs, printouts, a network hub, a broadband modem and again, goodness knows what. I have to move sideways to reach the desk. It's not a big room!
Guess that's about it. Oh, my chair! Just an ordinary kitchen chair with a cushion.
Alex
I use the smallest bedroom of the house. In front of me, my desk, keyboard on a slide-out shelf. Double bookshelf above the monitor, stuffed full of programming and assorted writing books, most of which I never open. To my right, the window. Behind me, to my right, a three drawer filing cabinet, with my laser printer on top. Behind me, four wall-mounted book shelves, stuffed full of computer and English language books, dictionaries, etc. To my front left, a platform covering the top of the staircase, on top of which is an old kitchen unit, four drawers just the right size for CDs and DVDs. On top of that, my inkjet printer. On the shelf to my immediate left, and at a comfortable height, my Wacom Graphire tablet. I don't use a mouse after bad RSI in my right elbow. I'm left-handed. Above the door, which I rehung to open out and give me more room, a shelf stuffed full of assorted boxes containing, amongst other things, spare laser cartridge, temperature controlled soldering iron, box of 60s 45 rpm singles. On the floor, behind me, under the shelves, boxes of assorted magazines, all of which have absolutely nothing to do with writing erotica. Behind the kitchen unit, on the platform, four plastic storage boxes containing goodness knows what, I've long since forgotten. On every available level space, CDs, printouts, a network hub, a broadband modem and again, goodness knows what. I have to move sideways to reach the desk. It's not a big room!
Guess that's about it. Oh, my chair! Just an ordinary kitchen chair with a cushion.
Alex
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I generally write in one of two places.
I have one of those computer armoirs in the living room. It's about 6 feet tall, has shelves that pull out for the keyboard, a writing shelf, and some cubby holes. It's where I do all the bills, file all the medical insurance crap, etc. It's full of old bills to be filed, older bills waiting to be paid, various notices from school, junk mail, and who the hell knows what else. I think I've closed the armoir doors twice. Once when my husband put it together, once when my nosy Grandmother came for a visit. Sometimes, after everybody leaves and I take my shower, I'll sit at it and log on to Lit. Sometimes, I get dressed first.
Otherwise, when the kids are home, I'll go in the basement to the "computer room". To get there, I first have to weave my way through the path, HIS crap. Once to the room, I have to weave my way through various PCs in differing states of repair/disrepair, a router or two, an old VT220 terminal, an even older model 24 Teletype to the corner where my other PC is at. Behind my PC desk is an office desk that is too piled with parts, manuals, cables, printers and other assorted crap to be used for anything other than holding that stuff out of the path to the PC. On the wall to the right of the PC is a calendar, still on the month of October. (Oh good, it IS a 2005 calendar!) To the left is a crica 1940's radio. To the left of that is a PC I set up for the kids. They don't use it anymore, they prefer the one in the living room. The one here is a Win95/486, and slower than the old Teletype.
I'm too much of a pack rat.
Jenny
I have one of those computer armoirs in the living room. It's about 6 feet tall, has shelves that pull out for the keyboard, a writing shelf, and some cubby holes. It's where I do all the bills, file all the medical insurance crap, etc. It's full of old bills to be filed, older bills waiting to be paid, various notices from school, junk mail, and who the hell knows what else. I think I've closed the armoir doors twice. Once when my husband put it together, once when my nosy Grandmother came for a visit. Sometimes, after everybody leaves and I take my shower, I'll sit at it and log on to Lit. Sometimes, I get dressed first.
Otherwise, when the kids are home, I'll go in the basement to the "computer room". To get there, I first have to weave my way through the path, HIS crap. Once to the room, I have to weave my way through various PCs in differing states of repair/disrepair, a router or two, an old VT220 terminal, an even older model 24 Teletype to the corner where my other PC is at. Behind my PC desk is an office desk that is too piled with parts, manuals, cables, printers and other assorted crap to be used for anything other than holding that stuff out of the path to the PC. On the wall to the right of the PC is a calendar, still on the month of October. (Oh good, it IS a 2005 calendar!) To the left is a crica 1940's radio. To the left of that is a PC I set up for the kids. They don't use it anymore, they prefer the one in the living room. The one here is a Win95/486, and slower than the old Teletype.
I'm too much of a pack rat.
Jenny
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Okay, let's see if I can describe this. The place where I log on at, and sometimes even write.
My desk, (hah what a misnomer that is. At one time it was a computer hutch type desk, about four moves back. Now it is a platform held up with Cinderblocks and Milk Crates.) On this "desk" sit my tabletop computer, monitor and scanner. Beside this is a small filing cabinet I reclaimed from a dumpster, on which sits my scanner and printer. (Yes I have to move the printer to use the scanner.)
Under the desk, where I normally would be placing my feet are stacks of CD's as well as a U.P.S.
On the wall behind the computer are a shelf holding my fathers original electric train, with a desk lamp bolted underneath the shelf, as well as my inspiration. A portrait sized nude of my wife.
(Oh I should add that on the desk also eside piles of opened and paid bills, a Kitchen timer, spare mags for my handgun, and somewhere under all that assorted crap is hiding an unopened bottle of good Tequila. (It vanished one night, never to be seen again.)
Leaning against one side of the desk are three swords, waiting to be hung from the walls elsewhere in the house. On the other side of the desk, beside the filing cabinet there is currently a very disgruntled cat digging his way out from under the landslide of paper and disks he caused trying to climb onto the desk.
As for where I do most of my writing? Outside on the patio with my laptop.
Cat
My desk, (hah what a misnomer that is. At one time it was a computer hutch type desk, about four moves back. Now it is a platform held up with Cinderblocks and Milk Crates.) On this "desk" sit my tabletop computer, monitor and scanner. Beside this is a small filing cabinet I reclaimed from a dumpster, on which sits my scanner and printer. (Yes I have to move the printer to use the scanner.)
Under the desk, where I normally would be placing my feet are stacks of CD's as well as a U.P.S.
On the wall behind the computer are a shelf holding my fathers original electric train, with a desk lamp bolted underneath the shelf, as well as my inspiration. A portrait sized nude of my wife.
(Oh I should add that on the desk also eside piles of opened and paid bills, a Kitchen timer, spare mags for my handgun, and somewhere under all that assorted crap is hiding an unopened bottle of good Tequila. (It vanished one night, never to be seen again.)
Leaning against one side of the desk are three swords, waiting to be hung from the walls elsewhere in the house. On the other side of the desk, beside the filing cabinet there is currently a very disgruntled cat digging his way out from under the landslide of paper and disks he caused trying to climb onto the desk.
As for where I do most of my writing? Outside on the patio with my laptop.
Cat
CharleyH
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OhMissScarlett said:My office is a serious wreck right now or I'd post a pic. I guess you'd call my decor Victorian, except for the kneehole desk, which I keep banging my shins against.
I'm surrounded by books, so many that they're falling off shelves and have to be piled on the floor. Oh, and don't forget the piles of clean laundry and unwrapped Christmas gifts piled on the unmade bed.
I see ... a Stepen King novel
carsonshepherd
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Second bedroom, back corner of the house. Drafty and somewhat cold, but not small compared to modern houses. Not much on the walls; just haven't found anything I love yet. The walls are a golden tan. Two windows, blinds open all the time facing the backyard. The window facing the neighbor's house has the blinds closed at night. I need natural light, as much as possible.
There are two tables in this room, on opposite walls. They are just basic, utilitarian folding tables, with a faux wood-grain top. The smaller one is my desk. There's a tw-drawer file cabinet next to me on my right where the mouse rests, because it's a strain on my wrist to put it at the a higher level next to the keyboard. The desk is clear except for computer and printer, a fake potted plant, and a small letter-type organizer that's full of CDs, mail, notebooks, bills, and a two essential books: 35,000+ Baby Names and John Gardner's The Art of Fiction.
The table behind me is mostly piled with laundry. I want to get rid of it so there will be one less place to pile things. There is also a small chest of drawers; it's also piled with magazines and laundry.
A fine layer of dust covers everything and the carpet is littered with things the dogs play with : socks, stray shoes, chew-bones, toilet paper rolls.
I finally got rid of my LOTR action figure collection. It was getting to be a pain to dust Legolas every week.
There are two tables in this room, on opposite walls. They are just basic, utilitarian folding tables, with a faux wood-grain top. The smaller one is my desk. There's a tw-drawer file cabinet next to me on my right where the mouse rests, because it's a strain on my wrist to put it at the a higher level next to the keyboard. The desk is clear except for computer and printer, a fake potted plant, and a small letter-type organizer that's full of CDs, mail, notebooks, bills, and a two essential books: 35,000+ Baby Names and John Gardner's The Art of Fiction.
The table behind me is mostly piled with laundry. I want to get rid of it so there will be one less place to pile things. There is also a small chest of drawers; it's also piled with magazines and laundry.
A fine layer of dust covers everything and the carpet is littered with things the dogs play with : socks, stray shoes, chew-bones, toilet paper rolls.
I finally got rid of my LOTR action figure collection. It was getting to be a pain to dust Legolas every week.
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carsonshepherd
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entitled said:
He's not anatomically correct. I checked.
carsonshepherd
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entitled said:
That's kinda what I said....
Rumple Foreskin
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Ent,
Love the photo of your distraction.
Here's my office. It's a little large, and neat, and a bit pretentious, but it has a certain charm and really impresses young interns.
http://clinton2.nara.gov/WH/kids/images/ovaloff.jpg
Rumple (hell to da chief) Foreskin
Love the photo of your distraction.
Here's my office. It's a little large, and neat, and a bit pretentious, but it has a certain charm and really impresses young interns.
http://clinton2.nara.gov/WH/kids/images/ovaloff.jpg
Rumple (hell to da chief) Foreskin
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Rumple Foreskin said:
Your carpet and curtains clash.
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mmmmentitled said:
might have to agree
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Mine is a complete guys room. It's in the far corner of the basement. When we bought this house, it needed a lot of work. Our deal was that this would be the last room in the house to be done, but it would be MY room. I kept my end of the deal, and forced her to keep her end of the deal as well.
Computer is tucked into one corner of the room. I have a work bench across the room. It's full of tools and reloading equipment. Decorations are pictures of wildlife and airplanes. I have several models of airplanes hanging from the ceiling. Also on the wall is a beautiful rack for my bow and arrows. In another corner is my gun safe.
The closet is filled with an odd mixture of dress clothes, and hunting clothes.
This room is an estrogen free room by design. Being the only male in the house, it's sort of my sanctuary.
Computer is tucked into one corner of the room. I have a work bench across the room. It's full of tools and reloading equipment. Decorations are pictures of wildlife and airplanes. I have several models of airplanes hanging from the ceiling. Also on the wall is a beautiful rack for my bow and arrows. In another corner is my gun safe.
The closet is filled with an odd mixture of dress clothes, and hunting clothes.
This room is an estrogen free room by design. Being the only male in the house, it's sort of my sanctuary.
OhMissScarlett
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Mwahaha. In the pile on the floor next to the desk are two Stephen Kings, a Clive Cussler, three Tabor Evans' Longarm books and Amy Tan's Hundred Secret Senses.CharleyH said:I see ... a Stepen King novel
Oh, and several books with naked men.
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My desk sits against the south wall in the dining room...the kitchen is to my right and directly behind me is the living room. The dining room table is behind my left shoulder, and to my left are three file cabinets, a limited edition replica of Anduril' and a picture window that looks out into my back yard. My desk top is actually pretty neat, at least when the kids aren't having a turn on the computer...in addition to all the discs, monitor, etc. there are pictures of my kids and family members, a few autographed items and on the wall next to the entrance to the kitchen is my framed certificate for Best Erotic Couplings Story of 2004.
Blocking my view of about half my CD's are pictures my five year old daughter drew.
Blocking my view of about half my CD's are pictures my five year old daughter drew.
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Salvor-Hardon
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Unsung Muse said:Thanks for sharing. I love this little peek into your worlds!
Rather surprised to find (so far at least), I'm the only one writing from bed...
Just propped up with pillows, my iBook warming my lap (sometimes it gets
a little too warm & I have to slide something under it, but – for the most part
– nothing separates 'us'). Admittedly, my bed can get just as messy as some
of your offices & desks seem to be
Am I alone?
If you are alone in bed, I'll be there asap!
Keep the iBook handy though, there are some positions I may have to look up.
And I am working on my Mac ACTC certification so if we break it, I can fix it
OhMissScarlett
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Well, I like my naked men literate.dark-glasses said:That's kind of you to give your collection of naked men some books to read.
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curled up in an oversized chair in the livingroom (I feel like a little girl in this thing, like Joan Fontaine in Rebecca with all the huge furniture and fixtures) watching snow fall at the moment, my laptop perched on the big arm of the chair, and an orange sleeping, purring kitty stretched out in my lap...
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I've tried to divide my writing time evenly between bed and my desk, but the desk wins because sometimes when I'm writing a story in bed I get distracted... 
Okay, my desk (actually my boyfriend's desk) is in our study/home office, which is convienently located next to our library room. The study has its own bookshelves which house our huge CD/DVD collection, the walls feature a few colorful mosaics made by my "father-in-law," and there's also a bulletin board on the wall behind the desk chair that shows off all kinds of promotional material for our web design/game development firm.
The desk itself takes up a third of the entire room, long and chocolate brown in color. The PC dominates the desk, followed by the pile of books that I always have next to it: Dictionary, Thesaurus, "How to Write a Dirty Story," by Susie Bright. You know, the classics.
Across the hall and down the corridor is the bedroom, which (of course) is my favorite room of the house besides the bathroom (love those hot showers). We have a Queen size bed, and I truly feel like one when I arch and writhe around on and in it. I use our laptop on the bed, and when I look around I soak in the sensuality of the room and use its energy for my writing.
On the wall directly across from the bed hangs a portrait of me that a sketch artist drew in Paris a few years back, and I stare into my own face and get the inspiration that I need for Vivian. "Write what you know," right? So I do.
Okay, my desk (actually my boyfriend's desk) is in our study/home office, which is convienently located next to our library room. The study has its own bookshelves which house our huge CD/DVD collection, the walls feature a few colorful mosaics made by my "father-in-law," and there's also a bulletin board on the wall behind the desk chair that shows off all kinds of promotional material for our web design/game development firm.
The desk itself takes up a third of the entire room, long and chocolate brown in color. The PC dominates the desk, followed by the pile of books that I always have next to it: Dictionary, Thesaurus, "How to Write a Dirty Story," by Susie Bright. You know, the classics.
Across the hall and down the corridor is the bedroom, which (of course) is my favorite room of the house besides the bathroom (love those hot showers). We have a Queen size bed, and I truly feel like one when I arch and writhe around on and in it. I use our laptop on the bed, and when I look around I soak in the sensuality of the room and use its energy for my writing.
On the wall directly across from the bed hangs a portrait of me that a sketch artist drew in Paris a few years back, and I stare into my own face and get the inspiration that I need for Vivian. "Write what you know," right? So I do.
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