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Welcome to the Historical Author's Gallery. Some authors thought visitors would like to take a peek at where they pen their tales. Enjoy the tour! | |||||
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Welcome to my
world! As you can see, I am a strong proponent for proper posture in the
workplace! And strict attention to business, of course. One should never be
distracted by the arrival of a new box of books from the publisher, cheeky
children wandering around with loaded cameras or unrelated-to-research sites
on the world wide web. I had to take down the framed photos of Mel as
Braveheart and Adrian Paul in his kilt. Drool is not good for the keyboard.
Framed covers help remind me this job is no longer a fantasy and if I want
to fill all the blank spaces with more, I had best get to it. CD's are
handy, too. I sometimes write to music but only that without lyrics (unless
it's Enya, but who can understand hers anyway?) The rose is not a prop. I
have a romantic in the house. The wee knights on my shelf are actually
little male muses who jump to life when I squint just right. The feather boa
and bon-bons are stored in the top drawer along with paper clips, rubber
bands and pens that don't write. Lyn Stone - |
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As you can see, I write amidst
atmospheric chaos . . . you'll note Aragorn and Eomer riding toward the
hard drive from the right, Arwen is on the screen, the knight in the
picture on the wall is Robert of Anjou, a 14th century King of Naples,
and my sword is handy in the corner. If you look carefully you'll even
see Captain Kirk, loafing just beneath the tassel ends on the wall. I
just wish my desk was bigger so I could actually keep my dictionary and
thesaurus there instead of on the floor! Elaine Knighton –
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I need
silence when I write, so my office is in the deepest corner of my basement
where I am far from household distractions. That's my husband in the
picture. (He doesn't usually read over my shoulder. We were just posing.)
He's very supportive of my writing and often brings me food on a tray when
I'm on deadline. Julianne MacLean - |
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Here's my
work area complete with computer, my newly framed titles on the wall and my
sweet kitten Skittles, who has to be right on top of everything when I'm
working! Charlene Sands - |
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A.A. Milne
once said, "One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is
constantly making exciting discoveries." I discover something new and
thrilling in my office every single day... Katy Cooper - |
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This is where
my stories are created. I'm often told that I have a lot of books and too
much "stuff", but I didn't realize just how much "stuff" until I saw this
picture blown up on my computer screen. I surround myself with colors,
photographs, awards and momentos that make me feel
good. I have post-it notes and pictures of my
characters taped everywhere. There is ALWAYS at least one open book on my
desk and usually a few on the floor - along with
vintage catalogs, costume paper dolls, and the stack of finished pages for
the current book. I probably couldn't think with bare walls, a clean desk or
an empty floor. Oddly enough, (and believe it or not) the rest of my house
is neurotically neat and tidy - though there is
still a lot of "stuff"! Cheryl St. John - |
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Helen Kirkman's workstation 9:00AM. |
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Helen Kirkman at 9:05AM plot develops. |
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My workspace is tidy because it is only
9AM. But you can see some of my medieval characters causing trouble as
my storyline starts to develop. My first story comes out with
Harlequin Historical in August 2003. It's called A MOMENT'S MADNESS,
and that's just what happens when a determined warrior rescues a woman who
should be his enemy, and falls in love. My workspace is located way "Downunder" in sunny New Zealand, and when my stories run into trouble, I can turn around and look through the window at sea until inspiration comes back again. I just love reading historical romances. Helen Kirkman - |
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Welcome to my playroom. Without my wizards, dragons
and "toys" I wouldn't be able to work. Thankfully, you can't see the
toy box under the desk. That's where the important stuff is kept
hidden from view. Heavens, if I didn't hide my tinker toys and legos,
they'd turn up MIA. Denise Lynn |
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Joanne Rock's
much-loved workspace looks out over her backyard
in the Adirondack Mountain region. The other half of the room includes a
small fireplace and a favored couch for mid--afternoon
brainstorming - an activity often mistaken
for "napping" to the casual observer. For this reason, she often finds it
best to simply stay in her flannel pjs for the
day. Joanne Rock - |
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Welcome to my workspace--or, as
my husband calls it, the Brad Pitt Shrine. Actually, since this picture
was taken, I've gotten a new desk and a new computer and cleaned up the
mess. Well, I really did get the new stuff, but then I started a new
book and the whole darned mess came back! I've begun to think that
paper breeds at night when I'm not there, or disgruntled characters get
into my files and my bookcase and drag out all kinds of stuff. But as
long as the pictures of Brad stay in place, I figure I'm doing okay! Wendy Douglas – |
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This is my office and you can see the
inherent problems. It's hard to work inside a box and think outside it.
I like to keep my inspiration items close by. Books, flowers, and a few discreet photos taped to the side of my computer. I usually can't even see the surface. The window seat is the exclusive province of Piper, a West Highland Terrier and Ally, a Cairn Terrier. They rule the world outside from their lofty perch. The sign above my computer is a constant reminder that real life is often as magical as fiction: that happy endings are always possible, and that romance happens on and off the page. Gail Ranstrom - |
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This is where I work and
attempt to
capitalize on any inspiration. When I started writing, I also began sewing historical clothes for my own collection of dolls. Then one day, I perched several dolls on my desk. They seemed to take on the personalities of characters I happen to be writing about and so they stayed. Now others creep into my office and move in their furniture as well. I’ve not complained. However, there are times they leave their clothes, shoes and undergarments scattered on my desk or laying on my research books. Occasionally, I find a corset hanging off my lamp, or a stocking pressed between pages of a book. I am certain I did not mistake a stocking for a bookmark. Before this picture was taken, I called upon their maid to clean up the mess, but my office didn’t stay clean for long. I leave them alone for a few minutes and they're changing clothes... plotting... Something is always afoot...what are they up to now? Janet Kendall - |
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Updated 07/15/2007 05:20 PM |
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Copyright @ 2007 by Janet Wiist. All rights reserved. |
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