“Mom, he got me a DOOR!”
This Christmas, we got each other an apartment. Other presents were to wait as we spent money on furniture, a coffee maker, U-Haul trucks and security deposits.
Except then he found something to make into the perfect desk for writer me. Who has a history of doing her writing belly-down-laid-out on her bed.
It’s been awhile since I found a reason to be gleefully excited about a door.
I’ve never been so giddy about a desk…
I think I might write my book there!