Writing Vacation Station
This is a picture of my writing station in room 11 of the historic Holbrooke Hotel in Grass Valley, California. My wife picked out the hotel for me. My only qualifications for the room were a desk, WiFi, restaurants in close proximity, and a small town vibe.
Although I confirmed the room had a desk over the phone, when I walked in, the desk was a tv tray (folded up and leaning against the dresser, in the photo). Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to comfortably type for hours on a tv tray, I set up a keyboard tray on the ironing board and spread my crap out.
I had a full size keyboard, built for speed and maximum clack-ability, a mouse, a jug of trail mix, a badass hat, a two-cup French press and coffee, and a Sigg full of whiskey.
The ironing board surprised me with a delightful bounce, so I felt as if I was resuscitating a lifeless body as I typed. However, I could not confidently rest my drink on it, and when I did, spills did occur.
Spilling whiskey, it’s just not right.
posted this on Nov 15, 2008, at 9:23 AM
You had me at whiskey Sigg. Sometimes you can have the hotel folks switch you to a better room with a better ironing board, or desk.
posted this on Nov 17, 2008, at 4:47 PM
And where might one go to read the document in its entirety?
posted this on Nov 17, 2008, at 4:52 PM
Nowhere, Chris. It’ll be some time before I’m tempted to post a chapter here. Did I say chapter? I did. This is no longer a screenplay.
It’s a book.