A reader's comment on what I posted earlier today inspired me to take some pics of my office and show you what it looks like this afternoon. My little yellow room is always tidy but rarely clean because while I cannot work in the midst of clutter, I have no problem with dust and, yes--actual dirt. The carpet hasn't been cleaned in two years because I'm dithering about tearing it up to expose the wood floor beneath it.
I work at a small table, not a desk, because that keeps me from amassing a lot of books and papers around my workspace. I have a small filing cabinet (the drawer-pulls on that and on my writing table are little brass teacups), but I also use the closet behind my desk for storage (when it gets too junky-looking, I can always close the door). I keep a map on the wall in there, and have found it useful for deciding where to set my stories. Look closely and you might see a couple of dart holes.
In the next photo you can see how I decorated my computer for Christmas. And if you're the curious type, you can enlarge the photo and see what tunes I was grooving to while I moved around the office snapping these pictures for you. (At least, I hope you can. I've just republished this page six times because Blogger appears to be having some kind of stroke.)
I'm happiest writing when I have fresh flowers and scented candles and other "daydreaming aids" nearby. Here are two: a cheery little primrose in a yellow pot sitting on a bone-china cake plate and a real silver-plated leaf that hangs from my ceiling fan, where it catches the light.
Click on any of the pics to enlarge 'em. Just don't look too closely at the used-to-be-blue carpet, okay?