State of the Author

When I come up for air, the first words out of my mouth are usually, "This house is a wreck!" Playing catch-up usually starts at my desk.

Now tidied. Not visible: Books, CDs, lip balms in a bowl, candy stash:



Close-up of new piece of architectural salvage I found yesterday:



TARDIS USB port reclaimed during the Great Rearranging:



And what do I do at this desk, you might ask? Well... I write books. And when I'm done with a book, I do ridiculous things, like turn myself into a pin-up girl: