Not that I mind having a new desk/table to work on or that it has a glass top but I was thinking how much of my life is upon it. All five feet(1.5 metres) of it. Take away the fact that my computer is all set up here, the A3 scanner is there specially bought to scan in my mother’s original manuscripts. The printer is there which has just printed out my first thriller (275 pages)for readers to pass judgment. As I think thrillers are children’s books with sex and violence I am sure their critiques will be horrible.
The papers strewn over the top are half formulated ideas for names and books I am writing, lists for shopping, must do’s for the house and several lines that might be a poem one day.
Discs of data, pens for writing to friends (I prefer ink) and biros for jotting down (usually what the upcoming electricity bill will be) by blackberry which I bought for emergencies and now has of all things, twenty odd names in it for friends and keeps buzzing me with texts. And lastly my speakers, small and very useful on those days when it all gets a bit much and my classical music collection come to my aid.
Nowhere else in this house is there so much of me ,than on this table.
I better keep it clean.