This is what it looks like when I write--at least to my wife and our cats. The Sailor@60 in his place, trying to focus on the characters/plot and the music of the prose while Terry shuffles and clanks in the galley and the cats wail to go out or to come in. To my right in this picture is the little navigation/chart table. Inside are all sorts of navigation-related stuff like dividers, pencils, protractors, parallel rulers, erasers, instant glue, staplers, star charts--it's turned into a catch-all, I'm afraid. Above it, on the bulkhead is a weather fax and a single-sideband radio (SSB--I'm a General Class HAM). I installed a splitter and can use the SSB's antenna for the fax. There are also a few marine GPS's lying around in there. But the $2000 sextant is safely stored in my classroom at school. Don't really think I'll ever have to use it other than for the challenge of it.
All in all, this a great place to create books. In this picture, I really was writing. I was on page 211 in The Time Drifters, the 3rd book in The Eye of the Stallion trilogy. Usually I'm in this spot on Saturday and Sunday mornings by 6:30. Terry and cats are still asleep in the big pullman berth that is right across from the nav table. The morning light comes in through the portholes, the coffee maker works its magic and fills the boat with that wonderful aroma. The boat is usually rocking, sometimes a little, sometimes a lot, depending on the weather. I've written three or four books right here, on this spot. Don't know what I'll do when I have to move off and live in a house. Guess we'll adjust.