Where I work... here is a picture of my office. It is not always this neat! As I look around me now there are piles of paper on the white desk where my son and daughter often draw. Outside the window is a tree-lined street in Brooklyn. I've always loved the look and feel of "Brownstone Brooklyn." One day, though, I hope to have a desk that overlooks a pretty garden--a house in the country would be so nice, and would probably inspire stories of tiny creatures that live in the woods and the flower beds. These days I'm going through old stories I have in various stages of completion. Some aren't half bad, but others, in retrospect, are forgettable. No one particular story has grabbed me for a while. I'll start working on one, convinced that it would be enthusiastically received, then after a week I lose interest, or better--I begin to doubt myself. Sometimes all it takes is for someone besides myself, especially someone in the publishing industry, to tell me that a story has potential and then I can focus 100% till it's done. For now, I'll keep sifting through my files and hope I can spot the one I should finish!