The House of Muse: Safe Under Lock and Key.

I got a new desk yesterday, unexpectedly. Actually, it’s a shelving unit with a bureau. It’s only small, but it’s increased my working space and re-alighted the muse which faded with hum-drum working weeks. What can I say, I’m a sucker for furniture as much as I am for stationary.

It’s really beautiful though, with its understated form; it’s smooth grain reaching up to caress the thoughts as they flow from pen with ease. And it locks, keeping scraps of inspiration free from prying eyes.