Thanks to my wonderful husband who gave up his desk for me, I now have a new place to do my writing.
I used to sit in my recliner in the family room with a collapsible table for my laptop. Max liked to lay beside me or on my lap and every once in a while, he’d reach out and hit the keyboard with his paw, giving me his two cents on what I was writing.
It was very cozy and comfortable, and that was part of the problem. When writing after work or on weekends after a stressful week and then relax in a soft chair, it was too easy to convince myself that a little nap should be my first priority. At other times, the television or the family buzzing around the kitchen created tempting distractions. All-in-all, a happy place but not conducive for getting much done.
Now I’m in our living room, a smaller place free from distractions. Who wouldn’t want to write in this wonderful space?
Only Max is unhappy because he can’t sleep on my lap when I sit in this chair!