He had to do it. The Bishop had to go and turn it into a meme. Damn it all to hell!
We've seen the work spaces of Andrew Tibbs, Laura Anderson and The Bishop. So here's mine:
You'll notice the lack of coloured index cards stuck on the wall. This is because I've tried, and failed, to get my head around this method of plotting. I'd rather open a Word file and write the list of events, and/or write a proper treatment. Can't be dealing with craning my head to look up at the wall, every time I come to write a new scene.
So the wall carries posters instead, for preposterous Italian post-nuke films like Rome 2033 The Fighter Centurions and Final Executioner. And a Friday The 13th wall calendar... with nothing actually written on it, because I work from a week-to-week planner book instead. But hey, I like the pictures. Also on the wall is that yellow sheet - reminding me of TV shows I need to catch up on, via my DVD-recorder's hard drive or box-sets - and a few index cards carrying important info like passwords for various websites.
Sadly, my study is also my bedroom. In my last flat, I had a proper study. Christ, I miss that room. And one day, I'll get it back. Not the same room, mind, seeing as my landlord was and is an utter fucknut and evicted me. (Who in their right mind objects to tenants holding Satanic rituals in which neighbours participate against their will?).
As a special, exclusive Arnopp boudoir bonus... here's the opposite wall. If it pleases you, click it to enlarge, then browse my shelves. I'll put the kettle on too, if you like.
I'm tagging Piers, The James Moran The Fifth and The Dark Arrow to show us where they work. So there.