Inside the storage locker at my weekend writing spot are the following items that I keep on hand in case I might need them at a moment’s notice:
- 1 black sweater
- 1 used plastic bag, for covering laptop if it rains
- 1 Antioch Review magazine
- 1 You Can Write for Children Writers Digest Guide
- 2 Open City magazines
- 1 large pencil case containing: 1 obligatory pencil (red); 1 stick of deodorant; 1 travel-size bottle of lotion; 1 plastic spoon; 1 plastic fork; 2 pairs of wooden chopsticks; 1 pen without cap; 1 cap without pen; a one-dollar bill (torn); 1 tea bag; 1 possibly three-year-old granola bar; 1 stale Hershey’s Kiss; spilled Nerds; 3 Starbucks straws; 6 Dayquil pills; 1 tower of rainbow-colored sticky notes; loose change amounting to 71 cents
- 1 Paris Review magazine
- 1 Vogue magazine
- 1 incomplete copy of first literary fiction manuscript ever written (unpublished)
- 1 full copy of second literary fiction manuscript ever written (unpublished)
- 1 Tin House magazine
- 3 old drafts of short stories (all unfinished, all unpublished)
- 3 New Yorker magazines, including one Fiction Issue
- 2 New York magazines
- 1 draft of a manuscript for an embarrassing freelance project based on a movie about to hit theaters this summer (published)
- 2 O Henry Awards anthologies
- 1 pair of Chinese slippers
- 1 pair of thermal slippers, a gift from Mom for my month at MacDowell
- 1 outline of a young adult novel written under a house pseudonym and published a few years ago
- 1 copy of The Paris Review Book of People with Problems
- 1 copy of The Paris Review Book for Planes, Trains, Elevators, and Waiting Rooms
- 2 A Public Space magazines
- 1 set of colored markers (half missing)
- 1 copy of Drugs Are Nice: A Post-Punk Memoir
- Numerous spare Starbucks napkins (loose and crumpled)
- 1 Bust magazine
- 1 pair of socks (mismatched)
- 1 CD backup of hard-drive from 2005
I think the above list reveals a lot about me. Also of note, the locker is the small size: square, about a foot high. It’s crammed so full I can’t fit too much else in there.
You might find it interesting—or pathetic—that I took 15 minutes to make this list, when I am well aware that what I really should be doing is revising.