A collective of bibliophiles talking about books. Book Fox (vulpes libris): small bibliovorous mammal of overactive imagination and uncommonly large bookshop expenses. Habitat: anywhere the rustle of pages can be heard.
Nicola Griffith is the author of Hild, and five other novels, plus short stories, essays and polemics. She’s working on the sequel to Hild, and talks about her Seattle working space here.
When I finished my first draft of Hild, I tidied my office. I was so pleased with the result that I took some pictures. Once I had pictures, I felt the need to talk about it. (I’m a writer, not a photographer.) So here you go.
I have two desks in my office. The corner desk is just big enough for keyboard, Mac Mini, speakers (Klipsch, with a humungous subwoofer hidden at my feet), and monitor (plus a pile of 3×5 index cards and a pencil). The theory is: keep it tiny and it won’t get cluttered. It works. Mostly. It’s at this desk that I write my first drafts, do my email, Tweet from boredom, and pump the volume so high rats flee the neighbourhood and mosquitoes fall down dead.
On the wall next to it you can see a bit of the two-map set, Britain in the Dark Ages, south sheet on the left, north sheet on the right. We don’t call it the Dark Ages anymore, of course. It’s Late Antiquity, or Early Medieval, depending on the century. Hild’s time and place, seventh century Britain, is definitely Early Medieval. And I own it. That is, I own seventhcenturybritain.com, chortle. Expect some much niftier maps on that website—one of these fine days.
The big desk is where my first drafts get turned into novels. There’s the first draft ms. of my then work-in-progress: the first of three novels about Hild of Whitby (976 pages first draft; not many fewer in the third). A phone (rarely turned on; I hate—hatehatehate loathe and detest —talking on the phone). A pencil (and pencil sharpener—hate phones, love pencils): number 2, or HB as we say in the UK. To go with it: probably the biggest pencil box in the world, which started out life as a beautiful dovetailed, brass-bound presentation box for a 1973 Baron de Lustrac Armagnac (which I drank last year). You’ll also see a cork mat for my mugs of tea (Irish Breakfast; I couldn’t get anything done without tea and music—currently listening to my MainHild playlist, specifically “VargTimmen” by Hedningarna). The yellow legal pad is for my rewrite notes, usually jotted with a Pilot Precise V5, blue, extra fine. The problem with that (and fountain pens) is that when I spill my tea on my notes, the words all wash away. (When is the operative word here, not If. But I keep doing it. Sigh.)
Pride of place on the bookshelves goes to the Oxford English Dictionary, which was my present to myself for my fortieth birthday. Possibly the best thing I ever bought myself. I know, you can access it online now if you have a library card—but what if the Big One actually happens? What if there’s no more web, no more handhelds? You’ll all be banging on my door bringing me drugs and beer and other valuables in exchange for a definition or two. Oh, yes. I plan ahead!
Also peeking out behind the chair are a bunch o’ Ordnance Survey maps of the north of England, 1: 50,000 scale. You’ve no idea how useful they’ve been for Hild. On the wall you can see two styrofoam boards I stole from book signings. Between them is an exceedingly cool Unshelved review of Always. (My first and only cartoon-as-review. Why don’t more people do this?) In the corner is my microphone and stand—outdated now. Much easier to use a headset. But of great sentimental value. The window looks out onto our back garden. Here’s a close-up, complete with late blossom and the stained-glass-and-chambered-nautilus (it’s a real shell) dangly thing a friend gave me years ago. It’s always good to have something pretty—but immobile, and so less distracting—to look at.
First published 5 October, 2011, on nicolagriffith.com.
We’re off on our summer holidays for a few weeks, but will be back rested and raring to go on August the 20th.