My new desk…

I’m very excited about my new desk.

The history:

I saw it walking home one day.

That’s right, I paid nothing! Hoorah!

However, the thing is huge. I knew there was no way I could carry it home myself.

So I left it there, on the side of the road, thinking, well, if it’s still there tomorrow I’ll ask someone to come and help me.

I forgot about it.

The day after that, I saw it again. Right, I thought. Must get onto that.

Luckily that afternoon I had a car. I drove up to it and parked.

Hmmm, I thought. No way that will fit in the car.

And so I left it and went on my way.

The next night, I corned my housemate. “Hey, want to come help and be so awesome and I’ll love you forever?” I asked, batting my eyelids.

He laughed. He’s gay.

And so we walked to the where the table was perched on the side of the road, hopeful for a home.

We carried it home. (It was an easier job than pushing home a couch on two skateboards, like my other housemate and I did (Yes we’re scavengers)).

We left it on the back porch as I hadn’t cleaned out my study yet.

That I did today, and this evening said housemate and I maneuvered it through the door and the laundry to finally put it in my study.

The thing is fricken huge.

Twice the size of my old, regular-size desk.

In fact, I don’t even think it’s a desk. More a table.

Yet I like the fact its so big as I love to spread out and have all my crap everywhere.

So here is it, all snugly fitted in my study:

How cool is the “W R I T E”? Seriously people, the letters are 3 for $10 at Typo. Get onto it!

Some of my writing/literature/publishing books, close by on the shelf

Obviously I need a better chair (stole that from the kitchen so I could reach the higher shelves) and I need to file all the documents on the white desk (they were on the floor in the way, so I had to move them) but hey. I like it!

And I’m quite excited and inspired to continue to edit my novel as now I have tonnes of room to spread out.

Hoorah!