I bought a desk last week. A real cool, slick, modern L-shaped desk. Thought it would be perfect to set up in my room. It's sitting, in two-parts, in the living room. The elephant in the room that visitors see, but don't comment on.
Problem is... sometimes I can be a pack rat. Tons of old drafts of novels and short stories. In folders. In Kinkos boxes. One 300-page draft on top of another on top of another. Sitting in the corner where I planned to put the desk.
So today was/is spring cleaning day. Destroying manuscript drafts. Tearing up old bills, too. Re-arranging the room to fit the new desk.
I needed a break. Came to the computer in the dining room. This is where I've usually done my writing. Not always the most convenient. With visitors. TV. Stereo. Books. I needed a desk in my room. By Sunday it'll be there. I hope.
Just gotta finish cleaning up. You know how a room gets messy before it's better? That's me. Messy. The storm before the calm.
All for a desk. Hmmm...
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