You can tell a lot about a person from the contents of the junk on their desk. I think that if you get a candid picture of desk junk, it’s one of the most revealing photos you can take. It represents all the stuff that we’re working on, pretend to be working on, ought to be working on, or think about working on but set aside to play City of Heroes (or insert your favorite time sucking monster).
I can’t find my camera right now, or I’d treat you to a pic of this disaster zone that surrounds me. However, for those that are interested (which I am told by my publicist is a really huge number so I don’t get depressed and fire him), here is a detailed description of all the junk on my desk. You’re welcome.
-pile of empty envelopes
We don’t need no stinking address book! We gots our pile of Christmas card envelopes with the return addresses right on ’em. (So, if you didn’t send me a Christmas card, don’t expect a letter from me any time soon.)
-CD label stomper (for stomping CD labels, duh)
-several manila folders with notes, character sketches, family trees, etc., for the book that I promised to write 20 years ago and have finally realized will never be completed but can’t bear to throw out
-more miscellaneous bits of computer than I can identify (a ribbon cable here, an old video card there…)
-a Cleveland Indians spring training cap (‘cuz they didn’t sell Boston ones there, duh)
-a fiery looking “Nassau” baseball cap that Pepperkat brought back for me from her Girl Scout cruise ship trip (I almost never wear hats, btw)
-a broken set of expensive headphones (alongside a cheap pair with mic)
-a church directory (so I can call up people and beg them to let me borrow tools that I wind up not using for months)
-more CD’s than I can possibly enumerate (99-percent of them being games or game magazine samplers)
The Autobiography of Charles Darwin (as boring as it sounds)
Eragon (which I haven’t read)
The Glorious Cause
The Writer’s Journey
The Writer’s Guide to Everyday Life in the Middle Ages
-a box of cassette tapes that was rescued from the obscurity of my past during a trip to Maine a few years ago… the box is rectangular, cardboard, and covered in the kind of flower-power pattern you see covering Goldie Hawn’s torso on a Laugh-In rerun… it contains about 30 tapes of awesome music that I recorded off the radio during Casey Kasem’s end-of-year countdown or from scratchy Led Zeppelin albums… it also was where I found a party tape wherein some yokel band named Revolver was featured
-a pile o’ blank cd’s, a 3-hole punch, used AA batteries, pizza coupons, sticky notes, a used phosphorescent glowy bracelet thingy, pens, pencils, sharpies…
On second thought, I think I’m just a pig who needs to clean his desk.