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On any given day, I'm likely to be working at home, hunched over this keyboard, typing Great Thoughts and Beautiful Sentences - or so they seem at the time, like those beautifully flecked and iridescent stones one finds at the seashore that gradually dry into dull gray pebbles.

My desk drawer is filled with all kinds of prayers.

I keep two sentimental mementos on my desk to remind me of two favorite men. There is an inkwell that my Uncle Seymour made, a brass grotesque he mounted on a marble base. And my grandfather's shaving cup is there, used to store pencils and pens.

I've always loved flowers, as a little girl I'd collect flower objects and little flower books. Now I love flowers on my night table and on my desk.

Finally here is a beautiful day, a superb sun like at Giverny. So I worked without stopping, for the tide at this moment is just as I need it for several motifs. This has bucked me up a bit.

From time to time, I've experimented with sculpture or metal design. It's a good break from just sitting behind the keyboard.

As a kid I collected stamps, pebbles on the beach, anything. I liked to have at least 10 of something.

I don't like to leave anything unfinished on my desk before I travel.

When I need to get away from my desk, I tend to take walks or go places. I also like to bead - working with beads to make jewellery.

My desk is an antique with bookshelves built into the side. I've turned the drawer over to hold a keyboard. We live in a 100-year-old house, and I work in an apartment above the carriage house.