A writer’s desk is like a home base. Sometimes it doubles as a kitchen table or an entertainment system. Despite it being a multi-tasking alter, a writer’s desk has lots of personality.
I am lucky enough to have two.
I guess it depends on what your definition of lucky is. I am a reporter at a newspaper in Louisiana so I have a desk there. And there there is my desk at home. Both look like a tornado ravaged it. Papers are everywhere. Books are stacked up high and my latest article or short story or novel has completely taken over any left over desk space.
So I thought I would share occasional pictures of my writing desks because, and let’s face it, they are a metaphor for my life right now.
Today’s is pretty tame. A picture of my pen cup at work, with an American flag that I got from a recent story assignment, a picture of my dad, and a postcard from my recent trip to the Bahamas.
Enjoy the window into my soul.