Novelist Scott Turow ("Presumed Innocent," "Personal Injuries") writes at a large, cluttered desk with a credenza in a converted bedroom in his Evanston home. He isn't extremely particular about where he works - "Obviously I'm happier at home," he says. "But I'll write on trains, planes and automobiles" - nor does he need a lot of space. "I've written in everything from a closet to a much larger room," he says. "But it doesn't matter much either way." That said, he does have precious keepsakes on his main desk that he likes to keep within view. One is a ceramic shaving mug that once belonged to his grandfather and which Turow uses as a pencil holder; the other is an inkwell made from a gargoyle mounted on a piece of marble, which his uncle gave him. Both, he explains, "are from men who meant a lot to me." Kevin Nance is a Chicago-based freelance writer whose work appears in the Washington Post, The Wall Street Journal, USA Today, Poets & Writers Magazine and elsewhere.
Nancy Stone, Chicago Tribune