In my office, the end of the world

I usually don't care overmuch about the environment I write in — I insist on ergonomic workspaces, but mentally I can do fine with music or silence, people around or not, beverage at the ready or snackless.

But in the corner above my desk there is a spider, and that is seriously throwing me off. Do not be surprised if a monster arachnid appears in my current story. Even though there's no place for spiders in an angel/demon novella.

It's been interesting, pulling from the Bible for the mythological basis. I wonder if religious folks will be offended, or if anyone will point out "inaccuracies" where I deliberately took liberties in the worldbuilding.

And what was supposed to be an intimate little love story has suddenly turned into a tale of the apocalypse. Maybe this is my way of working toward writing a post-apocalyptic work, a genre I'm absurdly fond of.