Day One

I’ll admit, I’m cheating a bit at this. Inspired by ‘Nathan’s taking on this 30 days exercise and feeling guilty at not writing blog entries more often, I decided to take a stab at this. However, I started writing several days ago so I would have a few under my belt before I began posting them. “Under-promise, over-deliver” has been a motto of mine for a while. Besides, I know how I write: Slowly.

Day 01. Introduce yourself.

I could tell you where I was born and where I’ve lived, and what my family is like. Instead, I’ll tell you what’s on my desk. I think our work spaces tell us a lot about ourselves, and the first thing mine tells you is I’m disorganized. To my left are two stacks of assorted papers, receipts, a Mizzou alumni magazine (Go Tigers!), an unopened issue of One-Story and a book from Insight Out Books (Portrait of An Addict as A Young Man), a copy of the St. Louis Business Journal (I need to renew my subscription), a brand spanking new copy of the Chicago Manual of Style, 16th Edition, and five printouts of Chapter Fifteen, which I’m reading to my writing group.

Also, my phone.

Behind those stacks is my backpack. We’ll talk about what’s in there later.

To my right is the Remington Quiet-Riter that Michael bought me for my birthday a couple years ago. Currently I’m using it to write a noir short story. This is not a genre I’m used to, but writing it on a typewriter as opposed to the computer has helped me get over some initial awkwardness. I need to finish it soon. Behind the typewriter is a lamp, a cup holding assorted scissors and pens (I am a ferocious pen whore), a letter organizer (ha!), and a print of a photo of my friend Pamela, which appeared in St. Louis magazine and which I still have to get framed.

Lastly, there is also a framed picture (partially obscured by a Leslie Hall Nagel-inspired sticker) of a road in Washington state. The photo was taken by my mother and sent to me shortly after my parents moved there from Arizona. There’s a mountain in the background, and the road follows a curve through some trees and out of sight. I always wonder what’s around that corner.

And yes, that’s totally a metaphor.