Write Place, Write Time

If you look at anything long enough, say just that wall in front of you -- it will come out of that wall.
- Anton Chekhov

Edan Lepucki

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Since my husband and I live in a one-bedroom apartment, my desk is tucked into a corner of my living room. Although I long for an office (something I’ve never had), I’m okay with this current set-up, as it’s spacious and comfortable at the same time.  I love the light in my place; these photos were taken on a cloudy day, but normally, the room is bright and sunny, and the light falls over the rocking chair in the corner, making me feel loved and lucky.  

On the wall above my desk hangs a framed Indie Bound poster (sans logo) exhorting me to SNACK NAP READ; these are basically my three favorite activities.  There are various post-its in my sight line: one reminds me to write some thank you cards, one to seek out the story collection The Vanishing by Deborah Willis, and one to “look up Bodhi, CA”—that’s research for my new novel.  The last post-it is a little cheerleading note from my husband, for when I’m feeling lazy and/or incapable.  I’ve taped the Elizabeth Bishop’s poem “Morning Song” to the wall because I love the phrase “coffee-flavored mouth.”  I also have some photo booth shots of me and the aforementioned husband, as well as a sonogram photo of our unborn child.  He’s due in June, and his arrival is the best writing deadline I’ve ever had!

To my right there’s a delightful built-in bookcase to inspire me.  Books by Dan Chaon, Jennifer Egan, Alice Munro, Edward P. Jones and Tom Drury, among others, keep me company, and challenge me to do better.  There’s also the trio of biographies of Lyndon B. Johnson by Robert Caro—these belong to my husband, but since he’s always telling me that I remind him of LBJ in my unwavering ambition, they exert a special power over me. This is probably weird. 

When I write, I pull a kitchen chair over, and use my husband’s computer to listen to music on headphones because I don’t have iTunes on my own laptop.  When it’s colder out, I plug in a heating pad, and sling it over my office chair, for ultimate relaxation.  I try to ignore the random papers, tax documents and to-do lists that surround me, and—write!

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A staff writer for The Millions, Edan Lepucki had a story in a recent issue of McSweeney’s. She is the author of the novella If You’re Not Yet Like Me, and her recently-completed novel, The Book of Deeds, won the James D. Phelan award in 2009.

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