As I'm writing this I'm sitting at my favourite "local" cafe.
If you were to ask me why I am writing in a cafe,
I could respond a number of ways.
First and foremost is that the coffee is always better here.
Second, It's just nice to get out of the house, talk to people & make an effort to lessen my pallid complexion - because sunshine.
Please refer to exhibit A for proof.
is because in the midst of the madness of moving abodes,
I have been stripped of my most treasured space in all the world.
The place I go to get away from it all,
where the voices in my head freely chase each other with scissors.
Where my fingers cramp after fitful bouts of tik tik tik tapping on ergonomic keys.
Where I am allowed to be my self and write down things would otherwise blurted out at a choice inappropriate moment after too many frozen margaritas.
I am of course talking about my my desk,
the Myk Pilgrim universe's equivalent of Sheldon Cooper's couch spot.
*Cue melancholic violins*
It will be sometime I imagine before get a new dedicated work space but I thought this was a fitting time to pay tribute and bid farewell to my old work plank.
So after helping me produce in excess of 400 000 words,
two full cream 50k NaNoWriMos,
four camp NaNoWriMos,
numerous short stories (one published),
Dursday drabbles and published flash fiction pieces,
and also the first dollar I made as a writer.
Thank you Plank for your unyielding and rigid support - I will miss you!
Now here's a video desk tour and some gratuitous deskies.