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  • My desk is in a corner, a nook between the living room, kitchen and bedroom. The space behind and to the sides of me are open spaces where too many things happen. It doesn't feel like a place to work.

    I've had an odd habit all my life of creating work spaces that other people would describe as confining. There's often been some going-around-the-corner or squeezing-in-behind required to get to the desks I've worked at over the years. I liked them.

    Those spaces gave me place, gave me retreat, gave me moments (even hours, weeks) of ability to focus and get back inside. Somehow, those spaces gave me quiet, quiet which is hard to find in the crevice where I am meant to be writing these days. Where I am often not writing these days.
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