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This picture -- posted by Siala on Pixabay -- says it all for me. Has the desk of a writer really changed so much since the days when this picture might have been taken? Not really. Oh, the old typewriter has been replaced by a computer, but otherwise, things are pretty much the same for a writer. There are the inspirational photographs and the reference books and the journal or notebook. And, of course, there are the flowers that are kept to help lighten the mood. Last, but definitely not least, there is the orange peel. Who can think without an orange to peel or a cookie to munch on?

On my desk, the flowers are delicate wooden roses, which my husband gave me a few years ago. The nice thing about them is that they never wither and die. And, then, there is Jack's ceramic pineapple and the speakers to my computer and my touchtone telephone that was designed to resemble a rotary dial one from the 1940s. No. Things really haven't changed so much.

I've written a lot of words at this desk, which has an interesting history all its own. It began life in a model home in Northern Virginia. When the house was sold, the desk went to a second-hand store to be sold -- except that its front right leg was wonky (Interesting, isn't it, how cabriole legs tend to become wonky). I'd long wanted a Queen Anne writing desk, and when I saw this desk at a drastically reduced price, I just had to have it. And, so, my daughter, who was in college at the time and worked at the store, used her employee's discount (and assistance from my husband) and bought the desk for me. Can you believe it!  I used the desk with its leg all wonky for about two years before I could afford to send it out to be repaired. If I look under the desk, I can see that the furniture maker had quite a job making the repairs, but he succeeded, and that leg remains strong to this day. Now, the back right leg is wonky. 

Anyway, as I was going to say, I've written many words at this desk. A few have gone to press. Many have been saved. A few have been lost either to the waste bin or to obsolescence. My first novel was written using software that is incompatible with today's computers. As if that isn't bad enough, it was saved on diskettes, which of course, are obsolete. Gone! Lost forever! One day, the material on my memory passport will be similarly lost. And they want us to have paperless offices? Be careful about that. You can see where it got me.