Author Work-Space: Rankin, Korpon, Swierczynski
Another in our series of author workspaces. as always click on pictures to see them larger, and please, no wagering.
Yes, it’s the back room at the Oxford Bar in Edinburgh, where Rebus goes to drink and I go to think. People send mail to me there. People offer me ideas for stories there. Full-blown characters may occasionally wander in and hold court. In effect then, this is my office; it’s just that I write the books elsewhere.
Important things to note about the picture, from right to left:
-That weird edge on the longboard is from the iPhone panorama, not wiping out and snapping the board numerous times. Though I do wipe out a lot.
-That is in fact a dusting rag on my typewriter. It’s a ’27 (?) Smith-Corona and I meant to dust it before taking the photo but forgot. That’s probably pretty telling.
-The blue sheet over my desk is the first picture my son colored for me. Hanging over it is the medal I got for surviving the Zombie 5k I ran with two friends last year, though we got passed by a girl in a tutu and ten-eye Doc Marten’s, so I think they just gave medals to everyone.
-The stuffed koala bear on top of the bookshelf came home with me from the hospital when I was born. I’ve had it ever since, with the intention of giving it to my children. When my wife told me it needed to be dry cleaned before I could give it to my son, I said, “Sure. Of course. No problem.” He’s now three and the bear is still up there.
-Hidden behind my Dia de los Muertos statuettes on the top bookshelf is the bottle of Whistle Pig rye I bought to celebrate a book deal with Exhibit A. I bought it because Hank drinks it in Breaking Bad, and he drinks it because Vince Gilligan loves it. Somewhere in my grey matter, I figure if I drink it, maybe I’ll write something like Breaking Bad. Again, that’s also pretty telling. Either way, I want to sell more books because I can’t justify buying it without an occasion and it is delicious.
My work space these days is pretty much wherever my laptop is. Sometimes it’s at a desk in my bedroom; sometimes it’s on the kitchen table.. But two to three days a week, I take it to a co-working place in Center City Philadelphia. I usually pick a spot at the end of a long table, where I’m surrounded by people who have real jobs. Outside one of the windows is a view of an old bath house tagged up with graffiti. It’s pretty great, actually. I wrote most of my next novel here, actually. And yes that is a cup of tea next to the laptop, because: middle age.