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Musings & Meanderings: Does a writer need a room of her own? How about two desks? Plus: where to submit, what I do with the books I review,

By Leslie Lindsay A curated newsletter on the literary life, featuring ‘4 questions,’ reading & listening recommendations, where to submit, more Leslie Lindsay|Always with a Book ~MUSINGS & MEANDERINGS~ Hello, Friends! I bought a desk. Another one. Because what writer needs two desks? Apparently, this one. For months I avoided my messy office in lieu of working at the kitchen table (chaos, distraction), or maybe going to the coffee shop (not a bad alternative if I had the time), but then fall hit and it was like–bam!–I gotta do something about this junky office. In all reality, it wasn’t that bad. But it was cluttered and there might have been a cobweb or two in the corners–eek! Scraps of paper with scrawled notes and ‘good lines,’ were everywhere. Notecards with scenes were taped to the wall. Cords were strung everywhere to illuminate spaces and power the heater. I know: it’s not winter. That’s how long it’s been. There was a real, psychological reason I wasn’t in my creating space. I was burned out. It was …

In My Brain Today: My Desk

By Leslie Lindsay I love my desk.  I purchased it at Sam’s Club right out of college.  It was with me at my first “big girl” apartment in Rochester, Minnesota where I was an R.N. at the Mayo Clinic.  I started writing my memoir on it.  (Ha–do you find that sort of ironic?  Writing a memoir at the ripe ‘ol age of 23?  Well, for those of you who know me personally, you’ll know I have plenty of memoir material). Not only that, but I have penned my first book at this desk (in combination with various coffee shop tables).  It has meaning to me.  It is worn in the area where my right (write?) wrist rests and rubs along the desk.  I has seen many moments–happy ones and sad ones and perhaps a tear or two, maybe a bang of fist. I love that my hound is lying content on the floor, grunting here and there as she sleeps a deep dog sleep, sometimes running her stubby legs in fast succession as though she …