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!