So my mom got me a table/desktop for the bed. That’s my mom; she sees these things and she buys them because she loves useful, functional things. It’s so cute, actually, if not horribly impractical (in my opinion).
But it’s just what I need this time round and I’ve started using it so I can write in bed. By hand.
I promised, in an older blog entry, that I was going to write by hand more. Now I can do it while resting in bed.
I’ve begun with poetry but I hope to write anything sentences that will end up developing into stories or essays.