My desk is actually a bed, with a deceptively desk-looking table next to it. That sentence, much like spinning quickly in a circle, makes me dizzy. My bed is red, unmade and has lots of stripes. This is key to the writing process. As is my backpack, which somehow found its way beneath a pillow, since my notebook lives inside.
My deceptively desk-looking table holds my computer, where I type things I have written in my notebook. Having two monitors is the opposite of stripes with regards to their usefulness to the writing process. They allow me to do many things at once to distract myself from my Word document. Though, I could make a fortune in monitor real estate. Anyone looking for a few extra square inches? Or perhaps a monitor timeshare?
Having spent so much time in previous apartments writing in closets, bathtubs, behind couches, etc., I also have an actual writing desk. It lives behind the camera and is not included here because it is entirely barren and I've not written at it once. It feels too conventional. And not the good kind of convention where they give you yogurt parfaits and keychains/letter openers/polo shirts sporting various corporate logos. There is no swag provided for being normal.
I know this is all mind-blowing information. But, please, don't take notes. You can come back and read this post whenever you want. Over and over and over again, I expect.
Where do you write?
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