Jun 18, 2008 18:30
Painters need their muse, and writers need their desk.
With that said I finally have myself a fine desk. It's nothing grandious or big or expensive or remotely worthy of taking to an antiques road show. In fact it's that particle board shit, but it's a desk, and it will serve me quite well.
For the longest time out here in Vancouver I didn't have anywhere to write. I would do the Japanese thing, having everything low to the ground. My futon is on the ground, nothing was upright. Until now. It's just what I was looking for and best of all it was free.
Desk, you and I will have some good times this summer.