The Shelf Next To My Head

I have several writing areas, one of which is a recliner in my living room. Beside my recliner is a bookshelf, and on the bookshelf is an assortment of things I'm currently using in my writing, or enjoying as escapes from my writing.

I realized this morning that the shelf is . . . interesting. In that, I-hope-no-crime-ever-gets-committed-here-because-FBI-profilers-would-nail-me way.

A pencil sharpener. The kind with the wicked little razor blade.
Three red pencils sent to me by my Random House copy editor. Very sharp.
Two remotes (one universal) that look like satellite control panels.
Armed and Dangerous: A Writer's Guide to Weapons (Michael Newton)
Jane Eyre (second edition)
The Testament (John Grisham)
Body Trauma: A Writer's Guide to Wounds and Injuries (David W. Page)
Darkest Night of the Year (Dean Koontz)
Eldest (Christopher Paolini)
The Encyclopedia of Hell (Miriam Van Scott)
Lots of books about serial killers...
DVDs: The Dark Ages, A History of Britain, The Weather Man
Deadly Doses: a Writer's Guide to Poisons (Serita D. Stevens)
Three screen-saver CD's (wildlight, mountains of the world, castles of europe)
One pink pig. Stuffed. It didn't used to be alive. I promise.

No murders allowed within a twenty-mile radius, please.