I hope you have a dry hanky at the ready, preferably one that was embroidered with your initials by your arthritic maiden aunt, because we have the saddest of sad tales today on the Valentines blog!
Yes, this is another opportunity for you to guess which author belongs to the “desk” shown below, but I tell you, good people, this particular writerly habitat is, well, it’s terribly, terribly sad!
*WAILS! WEEPS! FLAILS IN PITEOUS, UNATTRACTIVE SNIFFLING
BECAUSE SHE IS AN UGLY CRIER!*
How, I ask you, does the owner of this work space get anything done when there is no door to close the world out? I know not. I also have it on good authority that while at work, this writer simultaneously watches her children, tends a flock of sheep, and churns her own butter.
So here's the picture. Who do you suppose sits here to write?
I know, right? It’s a dining room table! What is the Victorian equivalent of saying, “I can’t even”? I don’t know, but I wish I did because I would say it right now.
(By the way, is that The Little Mermaid on television in the background? How could anyone work with that kind of distraction going on?)
Please, I beg of you, kind readers, insert a few coins into your USB slot so we might take up a collection to get this woeful writer a desk.
Thank you for your donation.
Oh, and make your guess about who this habitat belongs to in comments below, because a comment enters you to win what's inside this MYSTERY BOX.
I can't tell you what's in there because telling you would give the whole thing away, but I will say that it's a cool thing and no one else you know will have one.
Get thee to the comment form!