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A brief, bewildering tour of where I spend most of my day.

Why hello! I've had too much coffee, and I've taken pictures of my workspace! Come along with me, won't you?


This is what my office looks like in the morning. Look how sunny! You'll notice there's no computer. That's because I compose my thoughts in a linen-bound journal, which I then read into a recording device, and send the digital voice files to a transcription service in Uruguay.


Actually the computer's just downstairs, and I'm too lazy to get it, so I was writing in my journal instead. I tend to write on whatever's handy. A journal, the side of a building, my son's forehead. Whatever.


Here you see the doodles I doodled at some point, I can't remember when. Doodling is essential to my thought process. I drew, as you can see, a heart, because love is very important to me. Then I drew the symbol for eternity, because I often ponder the big questions. Then there's a star and a star-like shape, and I don't have a reason for those. I like to practice the alphabet, because sometimes I forget what comes after what. The "catapult" note is about this deadly, enormous catapult that I'm designing… but I've said too much. Then there's a space for… for what? Who can say! You see how inspiring that is?


And here are the toys I play with, when I crave inspiration. Sometimes I like to take a break and go on a space mission. Or a "mission dans l'espace." It all depends. On what? Je ne sais quoi.


Here is my exercise ball. I have been known to use this for some forms of exercise. Usually I just leave it in that rattan basket, so I can pretend I am a bird, sitting on an enormous, bouncy egg. This amuses me.


This is my chalkboard easel, upon which I scribble angry notes to my inner critic. Here, as you can see, I have scrawled NONONO. This is because my inner critic told me to write something more worthwhile than this rambling mass of lies. Another day I might write POOP, or just draw a space man. I find this technique quite valuable, until my inner critic mocks my penmanship, and I cry.


Here is my cat. She likes to sit on this chair and stare at my back while I work. This keeps me awake, because if I nod off who knows what she'll do. She really cares about me, that cat.


In the adjoining bedroom is Charlie, who as you can see is lounging across our pillows. He does not care about my Art at all. All he cares about is himself. Himself, and his damned sleep.


Now he is pleading me with his eyes to go away, and leave him in peace. And so I shall.

The tour of my office is now finished. You are very welcome.

Reader Comments (68)

That has to be the BEST (and only, now that I think of it) home office tour I have ever been on.

October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSus
Why do cats always look like they want to eat you in pictures?!

That chalkboard bit was a riot. I'm glad someone else's workspace looks like this.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterThe Window Seat
Hi! I'm a longish-time lurker, first-time commenter. You always make me laugh, but this post pushed me over that edge of Commenting shyness and I had to let you know how much I appreciated the laugh. I also relate to your fat cat (loved that post as well)...when we took our street cat in, she was so lithe and skinny! And now, she is fat. So fat. We haven't had the messy-bum issue but do have matted-fur issues...we just cut them out with scissors. So she looks kind of mangy. But I don't know if you have a pair of scissors you'd sacrifice to your cat's bum. Good luck with that one - I don't envy you. Anyhoo, thanks for the great posts and the belly laughs (ooh, and I made my way here after reading your hilarious Star Wars essay in WonderTime, btw).
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterEmily
That's all I really care about too: myself and my sleep.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterHalf Assed Kitchen
Thank you for the delightful tour of your funny, sunny space.

The last picture - of Charlie's eye - stole my heart. May I please have your dog?
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterHi Kooky
I have the sudden urge to write POOP on the office white board.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterRhi
This post epitomizes everything I love about the internet. I aspire to write such posts, God willing.

Yay for your awe-inspiring workspace and yay for Charlie and yay for you.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKatie!
Dear Alice,

I love you. You are a genius.

That is all.

Love,A Faithful Reader Whom You Always Make Laugh.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMarcy
That is a very beautiful cat. And a very messy office-slash-playroom.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterMichelle
Dear Alice,I don't know how, but you have my cat. I have a schmoo-shaped black cat who likes to stare at me with compassion and bloodlust while I avoiding writing my blog. Since I was led to believe Lulabelle was the only one, I can only assume your house is where she goes when she leaves for a while and refuses to tell us anything when she gets back. Therefore, you are the one giving her stinky wet food and giving her gas. Please stop. Otherwise, we're good.Quinn
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterquinn
Laughed out loud while watching Iron Man. Husband glared at me. My fantasy boyfriend Robert Downey Jr. does not deserve this kind of treatment. But you were hilarious.
hahahahahahaha I like your egg.

Your cat, on the other hand, frightens me exceedingly. This one time when I was babysitting? I was supposed to stay overnight, and the children were all sleeping and their black cat and I engaged in a battle of wits for a good two hours. I would go into a room and then he would come into the room and stare at me and stare at me and stare at me and stare at me. It was freaking me out. That cat wanted to kill me, I'm not even kidding.

I don't know why I'm telling you this. Sorry. Cheap therapy or something.
Wow, we have some scarily similar ways of seeking inspiration (and I, too, have a fat cat who watches me and dogs who just sleep while I slave away). Except, instead of people toys, I tend toward squeaky dog toys, because that's what I have on hand. Imagine the possibilities when I have a chalkboard and spaceships! Pulitzer, here I come!
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterKristen
what a great picture of charlie. i wish my rooms were that uncluttered...
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered Commenteraubrey
Best tour EVER!! Thanks. (^_^)
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered Commenteramigurumi girl
thanks for sharing, that was fun!
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered Commenteralexis
Oddly, every cat I've known that looks like yours has been named Charlie. That's only 3, but I think that's a fair enough sample size to say that that's interesting. So I thought to myself, "I wonder what her cat's name is? Maybe Charlie." But that's your dog's name. I say that's close enough to fit into the pattern.
October 8, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer H
I just love posts like this -- thanks for sharing!
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJennifer (Et Tu?)
That was so funny! I had a cat that looked just like that, I loved him to death. That pic of the dog on your pillows had me in stitches and then the look on is face....I wish my exercise ball was half as useful as yours!
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterstarrlife
Awesome beyond belief. You really need a big classy feathered robe to wear while you sit on your egg and blog.
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterJohn
Your office is WAY more organized than my office.
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSandi
Oh, Alice, you had me in tears! thank you!
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered Commenterjessica
This is teh waesome. Thank you for the office tour. I too enjoy going on "missions dans l'espace" while working, and I now have a sudden urge to write NONONO on my office whiteboard.
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered Commentermostcurious
Love the chalkboard. I feel like that some days :-D

I'm jealous of all of your natural light! Sometimes I feel like I live in a cave...
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterLisa Clarke
Good lawd, I'm crying over here! One of your best posts - thanks!
October 9, 2008 | Unregistered CommenterSarah

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