By R.J. Harlick
When I started on this writing adventure, I sat at a desk. Where else would I sit, I asked myself, but in the home office I used for my real job. This worked for the first few years, but it lacked one key ingredient, a view, which had always been an integral part of my dream of being a writer. When we built our log cabin in the woods the view arrived, but I was still wired to sit at a desk. That’s what seventeen years of school and thirty odd years of working does to you.
Finally, one day the light bulb went on when I discovered another kind of desk, the portable laptop desk and I felt the first breath of freedom. With this nifty little desk just large enough to hold my laptop, I could write anywhere. All I need is a comfy chair and my lap. So I move around my cabin with the seasons, but I have honed in on two favourite spots.
In the winter I sit on the sofa in front of a roaring fire and watch the snow swirl past the windows. In summer I move into the screened porch and watch the wind flutter the leaves and the birds flit in and out of the feeders. I mustn’t forget the excitement of a squirrel chase, my dogs favourite pastime.