After a long drawn-out move across Spain we are finally set up in our new home, although most of our possessions remain bubble-wrapped and boxed up. However, among all of this mess a new desk has arisen, in the corner of the spare room, the path to it cluttered with all manner of things.
My new writing desk! It sits there, all shiny and new, begging to be a part of my history.
It is to this over-crowded room that I hope to vanish this weekend, and return to my writings.
Oh my writing, how it hurts when I go without.
But I'm back. WiP here I come!