Calling my WorDoctor office a studio is precious—it’s a workplace, and, since I’m one of the lucky ones for whom work and play are indistinguishable, it’s also my play-space.
I would like to begin with a bold statement like “The WORLD is my studio!”, or “I write wherever and whenever The Muse finds me”; I would like to say that The Muse finds me scribbling frantically in a Moleskine at a café on the Left Bank in Paris, or atop the summit of Mount Kilimanjaro, but in reality she just stands there tapping her toe and glancing at her watch while I mop spilled coffee from the keyboard on my little desk in my little Toronto apartment.
I like to write overlooking water. I know that some writers find the natural world a distraction. They would sooner be cocooned in an enclosed space where there is nothing but the writer and his words.
Meet the creatures who hang out on my crowded and messy writing desk—there’s Monique the odd Ceratopsian (“horned face”) dinosaur, with a twisted torso; Thelma the cute Rhodochrosite owl; and several smaller crystals and stones.
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