October is my birthday month, but my actual birthday was Monday, the 14th. I took the week off work and it wasn’t as difficult as imagined, but I missed it some. This showed me that I love what I do and get paid to do what I love.

My daughter and her boyfriend came to visit to celebrate my birthday. They brought me a desk that she didn’t have room for anymore and sat it in the middle of my writing room. This little room is full now, but as I stepped in here to have a look around, I realized that every little thing my eyes landed on is something I love and it brings me joy. It houses four plants, but each one means something, and has a story to tell. This room is bursting with stories.

I haven’t sat at a ‘desk’ in years, so I admit to feeling rather fancy writing from one now. My daughter knows I’m hard on them and the previous ones I’ve given away, or sold, were well used and it was obvious. There was always a place in the middle, near the edge where the finish was worn off, from where my arms rested while writing. There was one I gave away to a woman who loved that defect and told me she’s an aspiring writer, so the desk had found the right person.

My daughter told me with this desk, you cannot hurt the finish. It looks like wood, but it’s made from some sort of laminate as she described what the desk had lived through and still looks new. I’m encouraged having a desk that will support my writing and not give out on me.

I mean after all, we are sitting smack in the middle of the story room.

Feature Photo by SC Lourie