My Pig Sty Office

My pig-sty office.

If the Health Department saw my office they would close me down. It’s so bad I shudder every time I step inside.

With each new book, I promise myself that I won’t let things get “out of hand” in my office, but before long, I’m tripping over┬áresearch books and trying to find important papers beneath a tall stack of correspondence that I plan to answer as soon as I have time. Oh, and did I mention all the papers lining my floor?

Sadly, as time goes on, I start looking as bad as my office. I’m real perky and energetic when I start my new book, but as the weeks and months pass and my deadline approaches my appearance goes to hell. No time for make up OR and the curling iron. At that point it’s all I can do to brush my teeth and take a bath on a daily basis.

Once the book gets into the hands of my editor, and AFTER I crash for 24-48 hours I come up for air, and it takes a week to get my life on track, during which time I run errands, go to doctor and dentist appointments, visit my hairdresser and so on.

If I’ve painted a pretty scary picture, it shows what most authors go through to get the book OUT.

Whew! The things writers have to go through.

2 Responses to “My Pig Sty Office”

  1. Brandy says:

    And as a reader I thank you for it! Thanks for all the hard work! (And um, sloppy offices. *G*)

  2. Dru says:

    If that’s what it takes to write your stories, then it’s a good pig sty.

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