I love to move my furniture around not so much as to decorate but as a way to make cleaning more fun.
I do the same with my writing space. I move the writing desk around as to let new light in on my writing. (which involves a lot of moving around other types of furniture because of a lack of space)
I spend a lot of years writing without a proper writing desk. But three years ago in a yard sale, I came across a brown table with two drawers. It belonged to an older married couple who was moving to an island of their dreams and when she heard I was an aspiring writer she also gave me a red Olympia Traveller de luxe typewriter as a gift.
Just lately did I found a chair that feels comfortable in front of the desk. So for me, it has been like a scavenger hunt to build a writing space that includes a desk.
Right now my desk is standing in the middle of the room in front of a glass door that leads out to the garden. It is not as romantic as it sounds. The terrace is filled with unused pallets and the mole holes are moving in on the flowerbeds. Another hole is from the gutter that erodes the stair with pouring rain. Yesterday it was beautiful – sunlight beaming in and framing the majestic beechwood trees in the back of the garden but what I probably would do on a day like this when the view disturbs me is to snook up in another corner of the house with my laptop or notebook. It could be the couch, the bed, the dining table or perhaps I will find a little table I can dress up to be an inspiring writing nook.
No matter what the writing desk, despite the messy view, provided a space for me today to write this post. And that is perhaps the whole moral of this post – the writing desk is where you write. And that is the most special feature of the writing desk.
Where did you sit down to write today?