This is my happy place. This is the window in my office—the one I can see from the big red armchair where I spend most of my editing hours. I’d be pretty embarrassed if you could see the rest of the room though – it’s not exactly the stylish, HGTV-inspired sanctuary I’d like it to be, full of rich textures, crafty touches, and a perfectly coordinated color palette. There’s a desk I don’t sit at because it’s covered in stacks of junk mail and Buffy comic books. There are boxes on the floor full of books I don’t have shelf space for yet, and tote bags of yarn and knitting paraphernalia stuffed into a shelving unit amidst dozens of DVDs and old half-filled notebooks.The walls are bare, because after more than two years in this house I still haven’t figured out what color I want to paint them. Two large framed posters lean against the wall behind the door, and several smaller art pieces are stashed near the reference books, underneath a fuzzy tribble. A show poster from Wicked, signed by the cast, is on top of the tall bookcase, waiting for me to get around to framing and eventually hanging it.
My world’s not all about work and words, so you’ll probably get a little of both here, if you choose to stick around. Some stories about books, writing, and editing, and what makes each good or bad – and some about my cats, my fandoms,my search for the perfect cheeseburger…and the view out my window.