When I was a few months into my research on my biography of painter Elisabeth Chant, I bought a thrift shop item to house my growing stacks of notes.
That piece of furniture, shelves that were more like mail slots, was fine for a while.
But recently I realized I needed more space, and lots more different files. The distinctions in topics were growing ever finer, in addition to the added piles of bulk material.
So: a new container. I'm up to a very deep-drawered file cabinet, dressed in a sari from Varanasi, the setting of my novel Sister India. (This is the very distinctive Banarsi brocade.)
And this doesn't count the shelves of books, or the digital material.
I expect I'll have to repot another time or three before this book is done. It's a satisfying piece of the process, seeing it grow.
2 comments:
Oh, I love the idea of repotting your growing files! And the photo of Miss Chant right there on top of the lovely fabric.
You sure do know how to set a mood for writing!
Thanks. I'm real proud of my little worknest.
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