I’ve been struggling with finding a place to write. Yes, I have a desk–in a loft I share with my husband and baby. If I want to write I have to wake everybody up (because any lamp or light illuminates the whole small space…ditto if I’m writing downstairs because of the shitty architecture of the house in which I reside…ditto laptop screen light)and I’m sure you all know how conducive that is to creation.
Enter a new product: the lap desk. A lap desk with a light attached. A small light that illuminates just what I’m working on. So, I can work downstairs without bothering anyone and (!) I may actually get some work done. My mother has graciously agreed to pay for my new toy.
Three cheers for progress!
Jenny writes dark fiction that her mother hates. Her stories and essays have appeared in Across the Margin, Pantheon, Shimmer, Black Denim Lit, Skive, and others. When she’s not writing her own stuff, she’s reading mysteries for Criminal Element. When she’s not writing fiction or reviews, she’s writing/directing/performing/designing plays at Springs Ensemble Theatre.