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.
I want to share with you a beautiful photograph. It was taken by Tina Lee, my daughter's best friend since high school, on the island of Kaua'i in Hawai'i. Moonlight in Hawai'i. Enjoy!