Henry Miller, one of my favorite beings, had a huge claw foot desk that he put in the middle of his living room, where he wrote everyday. He had to wait for his books to be published, sometimes many years.
I wonder if he would have liked the idea of a keyboard and flat screen that could instantly put his words out to the world. I feel so connected, even if no one reads this, because there is a possibility….that someone might… it is slightly better than talking to myself!
so come one