Since moving into my apartment back in April I have not had a desk. I’ve been working on my writing from my bed.
Let me tell you, my legs going numb and my back being in pain from crouching over a laptop on my bed with my legs folded under myself has not been conducive to writing. I mean, I have still been writing. But I haven’t been nearly as productive as I would have been if I had a desk.
So I recently sold my dining room table and chairs that wasn’t even really being used and was taking up entirely too much space in my small living room, and I bought a desk! A cheap, Wal-Mart desk but a desk nonetheless.
I am in writing heaven. I just feel so much better sitting at a desk to write! I don’t know what it is. It feels like home.