My office is beautiful and spacious, and is dedicated completely to writing. It is wood-paneled, lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves (filled with leather-bound books, of course), and contains a spacious, many-drawered and cubby-holed Nigerian ebony desk. With a drop-down keyboard and a screen that rises up from the writing surface whenever I enter the room. And a See's Chocolate dispenser. The desk is facing a wall of windows, which in turn face the Atlantic ocean. Because my office is at the top of the Cliffs of Mohr. In Ireland.
My name is JK Miller. And I am a compulsive liar.
This is where the magic actually attempts to happen, and it's in my basement:
When I can't get my brain past a certain point in my book or blog post I turn to the drawers of beads and stones on the back side of my table and create something sparkly. Like this:
If that doesn't do it there are always the dvd's of British comedies on the right, or the book of Welsh Fairy Tales further down. Or the exercise sheets, recipes, letters, magazines, and school fundraiser notices beneath that.
Sometimes the magic happens here:
(Or in the little room in the background, if I can't get a moment to myself)
And a LOT of times it happens here:
(Writing is a great way to wait out a play practice, soccer practice, dentist appointment, or looooong drive out of town.)
The most important thing for making the magic happen, however, is actually doing it. Everyday. A little or a lot. But at least some. I don't always make that goal, but I do try.
And so this year one of my main goals is to get organized, so that I get some writing in every day. Sharpen my sword, as it were. Another, to finish my first draft, which is going to require that I stop micromanaging it and just write. Then I'd like to send out queries.
And finally, I have a goal to write what I feel best about--even if it ends up being garbage--and not what I think everyone else thinks I should write. Keep my door shut and get it done. With integrity. Then open the door and get the advice of those much wiser than myself--of which there are many. I've tripped myself up with this one over and over again--rewriting and rewriting and not progressing. I think I have to be done with that.
Those are my goals. And I'm sticking to them.
And then I'm going to Ireland.