Going counterclockwise from my computer monitor.
Two black walkie-talkies, holding down about 50 pieces of paper containing scribblings about MyZoo, a proect, I’m working on.
Some climbing equipment.
My left hand, freshly covered in gymnastics chalk.
A metronome I’ve had since I was ten, in the original box.
My fiction collection, mostly strange sci-fi I found in this box on the side of the road one day. Some new-age comedy, and several issues of Y: The Last Man.
On my couch, a partially inflated kiddie pool, my toque, 5 large rubbermaid containers (which go with the kiddie pool). On top of the rubbermaid container is a manila envelope containing the 4 plays I’m writing – a post-it on top says “SENIORS must be CHARACTERS”.
A bike helmet.
A stack of giant books on top of my dresser. Highlights: “Ants”, “Impro for Storytellers”, “99 ways to tell a story”, “An Album of Fluid Mechanics”. Also a moon globe and a lego contraption my brother Skyler gave me.
An improv block.
A two-foot long foam rocket I bought in Watertown.
My closet, containing clothers.
A picture of me and my bros.
My bed, covered in leopard print sheets.
My non-fiction book collection. Mostly random stuff. I was looking for my thesaurus in there last night to find another name for “midget” or “dwarf” but found nothing, meaning I couldn’t find the book.
My right hand, freshly covered in gymnastics chalk.
Directly over my monitor, a series of equations relevant to my summer job on a 8.5 x 11″ piece of lined paper, taped to the wall with drywall tape.
On my monitor, several post-its saying things from “Write Scripts” to “Fix OSAP”
And that’s it.