I have a collection of special, yet random, artefacts placed on a shelf above my writing desk.
Here is a list of what they are:
- A winner’s 2013 NaNoWriMo trophy
- A handmade 30th birthday card given to me by my granddad before he passed away
- A lump of volcanic rock given to my by a dear writing friend, with two special grooves to symbolise my two sons (before we knew there would be a third)
- A miniature cat moneybox given to me by my parents as a joke (I’m always broke…)
- A handwritten poem which was handed out for free in my local supermarket
- A sticker with the number 52 on it for an audition as a scare actor
- A Linda Belcher from Bob’s Burgers figure bought for me as a present from my husband
- A quill, which was another present from my husband
- A glass paperweight with my university logo printed on it
- A brass horse ornament I’ve had since I was a teenager
- (And finally) an R2D2 USB stick, because I thought it was cool not because I like Star Wars
For such a small room this seems like a mighty big collection of little trinkets to own. I’m not even sure why I’ve kept most of them but they seem to have become an integral part of me. They are like mini, frozen cheerleaders which encourage me with my writing every time I sit down at the computer.
Sometimes it’s not enough to love the process or the final story. Sometimes I need more than that and I can’t expect my loved ones to be a constant source of encouragement. So it’s nice to know I have this little selection of ‘things’ to give me an unspoken boost when I need it.
I’m not sure which item does what exactly to keep me going but knowing they are they to share and witness the blood, sweat, and tears I produce while sitting here crafting and constructing is enough.