Tales From The Ironing Board 15/09/2010
No, my ironing board doesn’t write, but it thanks you for asking. I looked at other writers’ blogs whilst dithering over a name for my own. Some were called ‘From the desk of...’ and sounded very grand, but for me, it wouldn’t have been honest. Because my desk really is an ironing board. Now put those violins away! My husband offered to buy me a desk... and I refused. My current writing space is a corner of our small bedroom – officially. Unofficially, I set up the ironing board in a different part of the room each time. It stops me getting board – sorry, bored – with the view. It works well, as long as I don’t kick it when it’s supporting a full cup of tea. Some of the white daisies are now sepia-toned. And papers can get soggy if I write too soon after ironing damp laundry, but that’s all part of the fun. If we move to a bigger house and I end up with my own office (Three-wish Genie, where are you?), I’ll have a proper desk like a normal person. But I think I’ll be tempted to fit wheels to it. CommentsDavid Price 15/09/2010 10:49
I have to ask; if you write stories on an ironing board, do they go to press any sooner? Bec 15/09/2010 10:55
Haha! Only if I work flat-out. Bec 16/09/2010 02:30
Thanks, John! :) 16/09/2010 04:24
This brings a whole new image to the idea of 'putting the copy to bed', Bec! Bec 16/09/2010 05:37
Thanks for the support, Debs. I appreciate it. :) laz Zugor 17/09/2010 11:32
Trying to graciously cope with ink on my shirts. Bec 18/09/2010 01:46
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