“Do you want a
roll-top desk?” my wife said. “There's one at the neighbor's
curbside.”
Sure enough, there
it sat. Massive. Oak. Free. And separated into sections my son-in-law
and I could carry.
I wasn't looking to replace my writing desk, but the opportunity was
too good to pass. With Matt and Erica's help, we carried “The Desk”
to our house, then down the stairs to my basement office.
The fit was tight. To clear room, I had to move almost every piece of
furniture two or three inches. Then I had to detach all the computer
cables and equipment from the old desk.
Assembling the “The Desk” took more work than we imagined:
positioning the base sections so the top would align. Hanging shelves
and doors. Then inserting sections with multiple drawers and pigeon
holes.
Finally, routing all the computer and accessory cables and finding
places for all the it
ems stashed in the old desk.
A few days later, I'm still getting used to “The Desk.”
Everything isn't yet in place. I know I'll make some adjustments.
That comes with any opportunity.
Still, sitting here makes me feel more like a writer.
Considering the project deadline less than a month away, I'll need
that “can-do attitude.
If I'd said no – to the desk or to that assignment – I'd have
saved myself a lot of work. But at least for the desk, I'd have
closed the door on something better than I'd ever imagined. I hope
the same proves true for the writing project.
