Living in a Geekster’s Paradise
Yeah, that isn’t my desk in the picture. It merely serves to illustrate the dramatic difference between my workspace and the places most people choose to call “home.”
Sure, the color scheme varies, but I’ve stumbled through hundreds of variations on the SAME theme: a desk with a laptop, a mug, and a few pieces of art. Everything’s precise — I’m guessing a ruler gets involved — and camera-ready. It looks perfect in a magazine article or as a reference for an interior designer.
But as an actual place to WORK? It makes me shudder. And not because the photo usually sports the world’s most uncomfortable chair.
Those workspaces lack personality. Where’s the minutiae any reasonable writer collects? (For crying out loud, there’s never ONE notebook, much less several stacks of them) They’re an imaginary ideal created for the adoring masses — or possibly to score points with mathematician friends.
They definitely don’t bear ANY resemblance to my writing room.
