I was so impressed by Ronnie's picture of her workings that I thought I'd take a picture of my table too... no, the adjustable wrench isn't part of the process, except that I used it as a hammer to push in the map pin so I could assemble the transparencies in the foreground!
I'm finding my thinking on the subject quite interesting, actually, if that isn't a little self-absorbed! The structure of the book is crucially important and I can't work properly with the contents until I've resolved the matter of the 3-dimensional form of the book. In a way I think of books as 'containers' of all sorts of things, and the how of that containment is for me as important as the contents.
I'm also wrestling with a few personal demons. The poem we're using as a starting point is about death: getting used to the absence created by the death of a partner. None of my former partners has died (as far as I know, anyway), but there have been the metaphorical 'deaths' of relationships as well as suicide, vehicle accidents and nasty diseases. I've deliberately avoided looking into my own life as source material in my work except in the most sideways, glancing way but somehow this piece is personal. I just need to find a suitable form in which to express myself.