Hi everyonejane

For this post I deserve a bravery medal.  Letting others see my office, which at times resembles a hovel of books, papers, and research materials, but today, thankfully not too bad.  And I promise I barely did any tidying up.

Generally, while in the depths of writing, the housework suffers; the family fend for themselves in the food department and shock horror, my daughter actually had to do the dishes by hand as I’d forgotten to buy dishwasher tablets!  Lucky my writer’s brain didn’t forget the laundry powder otherwise she might have to wash the clothes on a rock down by our stream!  You get the idea.  Deadlines override feeding and cleaning.  So where do I retreat to in these moments of writing hibernation?



My office is where I spend hours and hours…and hours…and hours sequestered away tearing my hair out when the words don’t come, and when I yell and scream as I type – The end!  The room is my personal woman’s cave and I have really tried to personalise it.  When we moved to this house in the country on 10 acres about 2 years ago I realised that I had quite a few heart shaped ornaments.  I don’t think it was a conscious thing, though who knows the way my brain works some times.  Anyway, I have started to create a ‘heart’ wall, with all these plaques and wreaths, plus a few sayings that I hope will inspire me to put that butt on the chair and actually get writing!  And there’s also the word create written in bold script which is meant to push me on to greater efforts.  There’s wooden hearts that say ‘ Love with all my heart’, there’s a heart embroidered by my daughter with cupid’s arrow going straight through it, a wooden star that says believe, and a metal wall plaque which has photos of my children, my parents  and photos of my childhood home.  There’s one more heart to go up too.  A lavender wreath in the shape of a heart that I brought recently.

Of course there are the obligatory bookcases, but the funny thing is that of the 3 bookcases 2 of them have my husband’s books and only one mine.  There’s a shelf of writing related craft books, interior design books (my other passion), books on organizing – something I read about specifically on the 1st of January every year, but tend to fail at by the 31st of January – every year.

My desk is new, – an opaque glass top thing, but the chair is old – well modern looking but I found it in the trash – yes I skip dived!  Well, you know what they say about one man’s trash is another’s treasure!

I’d like to say  (WISH) my desk is always tidy – NOT NOT NOT – and I hang my head in shame.  At times, I’m lucky I can find the computer mouse.

The office is home to bill paying, scrap booking albums, a collection of old cameras, books on vintage cars and vintage school girl annuals that came out in the 60s – yes they were mine.

So that’s my little cave that I seclude myself in day in and day out (and nights too sometimes).  There’s a direct line to the refrigerator so that’s a relief, and the dog comes in regularly to say  “walk me mum!”

Do you have a cave at home that you burrow in?  Leave a comment below and tell me all about it.


Happy reading everyone

Jane Beckenham


PS – a little excerpt for you.


In the distance, the muffled wail of a fire engine echoed, and Leah’s heart skipped a beat, her body stiffening. She wanted desperately to block the sound out, but it drowned everything, even the roar of her heart, until all she could hear was the wail of the siren, screeching, warning, bleeding her dry.

“Leah? Leah?”

A voice clawed at her subconscious, a strong, confident voice, and a hand on her shoulder. Her eyes sprang open.

Mac! He was here. Holding her safe.


“It’s okay.” He ran a hand the length of her back, murmuring soothing words in her ear.

“No, it isn’t.” She pulled away, shaking her head. “It will never be okay again. I heard a fire engine. There’s another fire.”

With his free hand, he tilted her face up so that she looked at him. “Sweetheart, there’s no fire here.”

The heat of Mac’s touch burned through her robe, stealing across her flesh. Dark eyes stormy with desire held hers in an unspoken embrace. Unthinkingly, she brushed the tip of her tongue across her lips.

He clasped her face between his hands, the flat pad of one thumb brushing across her mouth. Her lips parted. She wanted to taste him.

“If you do that again, I’ll have to kiss you,” he growled out.

“Is that a warning?”

“A promise. But then again,” he murmured, “I really don’t want an excuse not to.”


  • Hi Jane,
    You have such a tidy desk! I mean, there is space between the objects on there! Space! LOL. Mine is always messy. Every now and then I do a frantic clean up and within a day or two, it’s back to messy. At least the rest of my room is tidy(ish).

    February 21, 2013
    • Jane Beckenham

      i know those frantic clean up moments well Serena we’re quite intimate really! What i didn’t photo was the piles of my HUSBAND’S books behind me on the floor. And i wait and wait and wait for him to put them away.
      But i do love my heart wall.


      February 21, 2013
  • Very nice! Great excerpt too!

    February 21, 2013
    • Jane Beckenham

      Thanks Jennifer. I really have a bit to do in this room, (hint there – i’m an interior design nut) a new chair, (white of course) a rug, restyle the book cases – and of course more hearts


      February 21, 2013
  • Shar

    Love your heart wall Jane – so pretty!

    February 21, 2013
    • Jane Beckenham

      Thanks Shar, funny how they turn up when u least expect it, but it’s becoming a lovely feature.

      February 22, 2013
  • Well, I have a cat–Kinko has sharpened her claws on every chair in my writing room. Besides the three chairs and Kinko, there are 2 computers (one a laptop), 1 fax, 2 monitors and two printers, plus the stands or cabinets, where they all sit. Then there’s my table-type desk (only one drawer), 2 bookcases, and a cabinet full of stuff I might need one day. It has a closet, but I try to keep that door closed. The walls are covered with framed book-covers and any awards I’ve won, plus one wall of family photos. Two table lamps and a stand holding tapes and a tape player, plus a CD player and CDs. The floor is .littered with folder holders stuffed with folders. There are no bare surfaces–stuff sits on everything. Oh, yes, a paper shredder and, right now,a card table with my income tax stuff I need to send to my accountant. In other words–the room is a papery mess. But I have a great view of Lake Superior across the road from the house. Right now all you can see is off-shore ice. Or, actually, I could see that if the snowbanks weren’t so high. The other Jane

    February 24, 2013
  • Jane Beckenham

    Gosh Jane what a busy office you have. And the view of snow sounds lovely – i’m boiling hot today – summer here – and we’ve had no rain for weeks.
    Thanks for popping by


    February 24, 2013

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