I did not find my writing table at the second-hand store yesterday. However, I did still finish the next Chelsea story. I do need to find a comfy place to write though.

My couch, by my wood burning stove, is comfy, but not for writing. I have no idea how I used to write like this on the regular, but I also had my kitchen table then, so writing on the couch was a sometimes thing. My old lap top was also bigger. So I didn’t feel cramped like I do now. I’m a big person. This trend of shrinking electronics sucks for me. Seriously.

ANYWAY, I did get some writing done. And a fight scene at that. So I’m feeling better in general. I have an other appointment in town today. Hopefully, I can hit up some more stores. Like most small towns, there is a surprising number of antique and thrift stores around here. And finding my writing table is a huge part of making my kitchen more confortable.