Writing Desk
I am generally prone to writing wherever is convenient. Long drives are always productive (assuming, of course, that I’m not the driver), on my front porch is nice when it’s sunny, curled up on a couch when it isn’t … and for detailed planning sitting on the floor with everything I need spread out around me is a must. But one of my few prized possessions is a writing desk that was gifted to me by my grandmother when she and my grandfather downsized into a retirement home.
It used to sit on a small landing at the top of a long staircase between a guest room and washroom. It was a cute little space as those were the only two rooms up there and from the landing you could see most of the common rooms. And yes, as a child I did write a story sitting up in that guest room.
It is quite compact (which is good given how small my office is) and folds out to reveal a number of little cubbies (which you may be familiar with if you have every read one of my book reviews). It is a beautiful piece of wood work that has all the original trimmings. I’m not sure of it's providence before it ended up outside the guest room, but will have to ask my grandmother when traveling becomes more freely available. The only work I do at the writing desk is fiction writing. While I do write all over the place, it is nice to have a story writing spot.