A Fresh Start
It is years, quite literally years, since my desk looked like this. In fact, has it ever looked like this? Today I at last got to work, vacummed cobwebs off the windowsill and washed the window. I took all the papers and miscellaneous stuff off my desk and sorted them and then I cleaned it. See how it gleams! Outside the window I can see my neighbour’s plum tree, laden with yellow plums. On the shelf to my left the cat is curled up between the Oxford Dictionary of Quotations and my intray. To the right is a wall of shelves two deep in crime novels. On the desk are my favourite photos of my husband, our younger daughter, and my mother. There is a paperweight given to me my dear friend, Jo, for my 21st birthday, a small sculpture by another friend, and a few other totemic objects.
I am all ready to go. Tomorrow I am starting my new novel.