A Writer’s Tools . . .

My friend Pat from BoPress http://bopressminiaturebooks.com/blog wrote a really interesting blog recently on her studio and then even more recently, on her tools.  She’s a miniature book artist and I was in love with the space and the equipment.

I wondered how my writer’s space and my writer’s tools could ever compete.  My spaces, of course, are wonderful.  At the shack, the table by the window listening to the waves  and in town, the family room and the big navy couch, looking out to the Derwent and over shadowed by a complete wall of all my favourite books.

Tools-wise, it’s a whole other story.  I have a little white laptop, an iBook G4, a pile of A4 writing pads, a brown and white container full of pens and pencils,

 

Pens, especially RED ones . . .

 

a couple of USB’s, and a thoroughly worn out thesaurus that my husband gave me in 2003 to replace my thirty year old one and which is now falling apart.

 

A worn out thesaurus

 

I have a few different dictionaries and some special encyclopaedias.  As I’m a fantasy writer, my reference books relate to myth, legend, folktale and imaginary lands.

 

A small selction of reference books . . .

 

I have a pile of journals that contain notes and inspiration, because my daughter is a bespoke journal maker and graphic designer and keeps me supplied.

 

My special journals . . .

 

I have a wireless printer, in fact wireless everything.  And I have a friend called Doctor Google. I do have lots of reference files in the office, filed under the title of the book to which they relate.  I was a reference librarian for a short term after I left university many years ago and that part of me says I should cross-reference everything in an effort to keep track. But at the moment I can rely on my memory to tell me where things are stashed.

My other tools are two demanding Jack Russells, a pantry filled with camomile tea, a Spode Blue Room coffee mug and the four CD’s of Cary Lewincamp, whose work I adore and which is a quiet and ambient counterpoint to whatever dramas may be going on in my brain.  http://www.cary.com.au/sound-1.htm

And that’s it . . . boring, isn’t it?  Compared to an artist’s space and an artist’s tools?

Now if it was embroidery, that would be a whole other story . . . and one that I just might write about one day.

 

Baby rug embroidered for Marcus, newborn son of English writer Simon James Atkinson Turney.