The VCB and I didn’t want to do anything boring with the cubby hole space in our bedroom, like fill it with a dresser or bookshelf. So he sawed the edge of my desk off and put it on makeshift stilts to make it fit. Then he bought, and put up shelving. And hooked up my computer.

A little writing nook. In college I always did my best studying in the libraries at the cubicles that act as blinders. I get too distracted. I need no noise, no sudden movements, no conversation within 20 yards. I need just light.

Anyway, my writing hole makes me happy.