Desk World

I am a habitual bed-typer. I work fully in bed often, and I regret nothing. Being in bed with my laptop is natural and right. However, there is something to be said for a desk.

The thing about a desk is: you can put all kinds of stuff on there. It immediately enters a satisfying place when you add two things to the desk and it becomes a decoration challenge. As soon as that happens, I'm locked in. I am creating another ideal representation of myself. I am the desk woman.

Some dog pages in my onion skin journal.

Now, as we all know, a desk requires a drink. A special drink for the desk. This might be a delectable coffee option, or some kind of enticing nectar. Usually, you will find yourself graduating to two drinks. This is a sign of excess and pleasure. Follow that impulse. Go drinks crazy.

Me, basking in the glow of my wonderful desk.

There is also an unstoppable power that grows with each subsequent notebook or other paper object that gets added to the desk. Currently, I have two such items: a sketchbook, and my diary. I like to think of them as the dear friends and dark accomplices of my laptop. The computer is enhanced by the pen and paper. The system is complete. There are pencils and bobby pins nervously awaiting my attention.

I call her "Mangles".

I've been drawing feverishly in my onion skin journal here. At my beautiful desk. Creating a horrible bird. As I must.