I wrote about this desk once before, c. 1981 (here). But it was earlier in my haunted residency, which I wrote about here. There’s more going on in this photo than the 1981 shot—there was more going on in my life, too.
I think this photo was probably taken in the early morning, after me being up all night. Morning sunlight is coming from the east, and my lamp is still on. Only one bulb in my lamp!
There’s an empty Coors can (why was I drinking Coors? I was young). A coffee cup with, probably, coffee in it. Empty Coke bottle in the background on the windowsill. Also on the windowsill is another coffee cup and a cool bookend with a propeller—now sadly lost. I wonder what happened to that. Don’t know what the red book is.
The rectangular-ish thing on the windowsill is one of those expandable file folders. Who knows what I was sticking in it. Probably unpaid bills.
There’s a jar back there I was probably using for a drinking glass.
Also one of those stacking file things—I had several of those, mostly carried off from my dad’s office. I just crammed junk into them—unpaid bills, probably, like my dad.
My trusty Smith-Corona is in the center. I was working on two projects then—a fly fishing book, and the rock’n’roll novel. I can’t make out what the notebook says—I’m thinking it’s probably the fly fishing book, now fortunately lost.
In the foreground next to the typewriter is a typing guide for margins—you’d feed that heavy plastic sheet into the typewriter behind the paper you were typing on, and then you could see the margins through the paper.
And there’s a mystery—I can’t figure out what the blue object is. The words are still fuzzy no matter how much I enlarge it. The fact that it doesn’t trigger a memory probably indicates that it’s something insignificant (or maybe traumatic?). I’m thinking it’s something mundane like a package of socks.
(Contest! If anyone can make it the blue object, I’ll send you one of my books).