My desk is an old, painted bureau that belonged to my late father-in-law. When I decided to paint it, I was aiming for a shabby-chic look. I’ve managed to create a shabby-s**t look! [ Yes, I’m swearing on a Monday morning. Start the week off as you plan to go on and all of that.]
But, it’s my desk and I love it. I work in amongst a heap of books, papers, pens and just a big mess. When I try to tidy it up, I can’t find a damn thing and I sit at this alien desk feeling like I’m at the wrong desk. So, I mess it up again and it’s business as usual. [ Or not very usual, in my case.]
Sometimes, I write at the kitchen table. But, I get side – tracked and end up outside, messing about in the garden or doing the ironing…for god’s sake!
So, I scuttle back to my womb like desk, dig in and fester away in amongst the mess. I’m making my desk sound delicious, aren’t I? Yes, it’s pretty yummy.
Then, there’s my writing attire. Oh god no !- Oh god yes!
It varies, depending on my mood, of course. It’s usually pyjamas, as I run to my laptop on a morning desperate to write my mush. I’m enjoying myself so much that I lose track of time. Dinner time arrives and I still look like a scarecrow and smell like a hedgehog. [ With apologies to hedgehogs.] Nice!
If it’s very warm I’ll wear my swimming costume to write in. Not very nice at all.
If it’s very cold, I’ll wear my balaclava and gloves. Ridiculous.
Am I telling the truth? Or am I tempting the wrath of my Greek gods and goddesses?
So, to recap:
- I have a heap for a desk.
- I mess it up deliberately.
- I love my pyjamas.
- I have a bird nesting in my hair.
- I smell bad most of the time.
- I sometimes write in my birthday suit.
- I scare people.
- All of the time.
- I write mush.
- I couldn’t keep my desk tidy, if my life depended on it.
- Kill me now!
I wonder where you write and what you wear to write in, and whether it is the right thing to wear to write in? Yeah!
I need to go now. I look like a pile of sheep dung and smell like it, as well. [ With apologies to a pile of sheep dung.]
Until the next stinking time.