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Kay Writes: The Tour

Due to overwhelming demand, I am conducting this little tour of my writing place.

The chair. The Macbook. Picture Kay hunched over keyboard.

The clothes pile. (Writing den is beyond white door. Kay is ignoring clothes pile.)

Notes to self on latest novel. Notes to self from first reader (husband.) Helpful, if illegible, margin notes on notes to self.

Sumo staring out den window. On left, the chair I use when tired of sitting at desk. The ficus tree I’ve had for fifteen years. My printer on desk. Still with me? Good:

What’s on my desk just to my right right now. Kay’s glasses, mardi gras beads, hand strengthening ball on turtle, bills,paper clips, Write on the River pin, golf notes. “Difficult lies.” If you think that’s a fiction term, you don’t play golf.

Kenn Brown’s cover art for “ReVisions” anthology that I was in. He was so kind to send me a museum quality print. A whole new perspective on Blue Boy.

Looking into pantry from my den where the clothes pile _still_ awaits.

That’s what my writing space looked like today, March 2, 2009 at 3:30 p.m. Just for the record.


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