A bit of a voyeur, I loved looking at everybody's special places for writing and it was almost like visiting your homes.  Thank you for all the nice compliments about my old desk.  I must confess, though, that I don't work there much. Below you will find some photos of the place where I spend the most time, even now as we speak, and especially reading and commenting on the brilliant posts that I have read by all of you.

Underneath my workbench/desk you can see my shoes piled up.  The note tablet is sticking out of its binder.  I hope you notice my elephant orgy mug/pencil cup by Taylor & Ng from the 1980s, my little rebellion while I worked for the RNC.  Next to it is an empty postage stamp roll keeper, kind of a sad reminder of times before e-mail.  There are my notes about Samuel Taylor Coleridge's famous poem, "Kubla Khan," a future OS post. 

 Three books by P. G. Wodehouse are there for style and form influences. 

Every writer should have The Synonym Finder by J. I. Rodale.  It is an amazing thesaurus. 

This space is in my bedroom where my husband is working from his bed on his laptop. 

I was asked about where I do my art and I do it pretty much in the same places.  I work on my dining room table and spread out on the parlor floor to look at things from afar.

These pastels for my first-ever gallery show last month at Nandos in Brooklyn, NY were drying from having been sprayed with fixative.  Looks like Little Edie and Scott Fitzgerald are playing the Greek God and barechested Goddess chessboard I have set up to play with my son.  I also painted the portraits there.

The display was called "Nine New Yorkers" and featured my favorites.  Here they are laid out on the parlor floor before I sent them off.  I had some sticker shock as far as shipping but participation at the gallery was a Christmas present to myself.

Best wishes for the new year.  Keep writing and I will, too.