You Know You’re A Writer When…

…you geek out over a desk. To be fair, it’s a very special desk. It’s an escritoire! Re: name of website. I inherited it when moving into my new apartment in Brooklyn and, (thirty minutes of dusting later), I couldn’t be happier with this blocky piece of old wooden furniture. It looks like a standard bureau with a bottom cabinet portion and drawers at the top, but when you pull on the knobs, the flap unfolds into a platform and the many nooks and crannies are revealed. There are six small cubbies with a larger seventh in the middle and four tiny drawers. I feel like a squirrel, excited to hide my nuts (writing implements) away from prying eyes.

It’s still a mess with random papers and notebooks and mail since the move. And I have to share it. And the platform isn’t quite deep enough to open my laptop all the way without my wrists hanging off. And as I sit here, I’m starting to question its ability to hold the weight of a Mac and a giant mug of tea…

But, it’s an escritoire: the literal embodiment of my digital writing space. And it’s perfect.

Originally published on the-escritoire.com.