They say that the messier your room/workspace is, the smarter you are. If that's true, I am sincerely a genius. I don't know if it's a writer thing or not, but my desk is always piled with books and papers and concert tickets and coffee mugs and flash cards and colored pencils and things I will perpetually "get to later."
I have figurines of owls and a year-old bottle of Tru Blood, a stuffed cow I got when I bought Harvest Moon for wii, the BBC version of Hamlet, pictures, boxes of tea, a Beatles documentary, set lists, expired metrocards, ear buds that don't work anymore, a spoon from Italy, and a box of blank tapes. CD covers without CDs in them, pieces of paper with scrawled phrases that have no meaning anymore, discs of Supernatural in no order whatsoever. Labyrinth mangas that I haven't read, pieces of sea glass from a broken necklace, and empty wooden boxes.
It's chaos on this wooden desk, which my laptop lays in the middle of.
But, for me, it's much easier to work in the middle of inspiration, tickets from places I've been or books I haven't opened that have unknown adventures in them. Maybe my bottle of Advil isn't so inspiring, but it's better for me to write enclosed in paper and ink and perfume bottles than a clean wooden desk.
What about you guys? What's on your desk?