Last night I finally took down the Christmas tree that has been sitting in my living room undressed for the past two weeks. I have to admit, it was nice having a large bit of nature in my apartment and also something to fill the empty corner. So as I stared at the empty spot while sitting on my couch in a leg numbing Indian style position, I realized that it might be nice to have a desk in that corner. The center cushion on the couch and the kitchen table (that is oh so close to the fridge of goodies) are not really suitable spots to be productive.
I started visualizing the desk (the permanent home for my transient laptop) and the decorator in me started to surface. While looking at some home décor blogs, I found some really nice styles and décor options-vases with pretty flowers on top of stacked books next to the laptop followed by a gorgeous table lamp. I realized it wasn’t just about being productive and sitting at an actual desk-but having my own space to associate with writing. It’s so hard for me to focus on the couch that I normally lounge on while watching food network programs (not productive-but appetizing) or even sitting at my kitchen table (not productive-because I think of meals I prepare and eat). Hmm I guess food really is the underlying problem here-but that’s another blog post.
I’m really looking forward to searching for a corner desk over the next couple weeks and creating a new space where my writing can live.
