This is my beloved messy desk tucked into a little corner of our house. I dream of an office with bookshelves and a big dictionary on a stand and huge picture windows. Instead I have books stacked beneath the desk, one small casement window with a view of the garden, and a washer and dryer sharing my space. But it has lots of good writing memories. Everyone needs a space of their own even if it's just a little corner tucked away somewhere. I hope you have yours.
It's very wet and windy here - good writing weather. Or letter writing weather. I wrote two yesterday but am afraid letter writing is becoming a lost art. When I was at Barnes & Noble on the way to Oregon last week I bought a quill and ink set just to see how it feels to do things the old fashioned way. Going to the mailbox and getting a letter is right up there with chocolate-dipped twinkies. If you want to make someones day, write a letter!
By words the mind is winged. -Aristophanes
I have told my passion, my eyes have spoke it, my tongue pronounced it, and my pen declared it... Now my heart is full of you, my head raves of you, and my hand writes to you...
-George Farquhar to Anne Oldfield, 1700