A couple of years ago, I bought a book called The Writer’s Desk. It’s a pictorial assortment of well-known wordsmiths – novelists, poets, journalists, and others – at work in their studies.
I remember poring over the photographs with a mixture of curiosity and envy. I felt like I was participating in the joy of having a completely personal area that was filled with the promise of great work.
Putting together a workplace is inherently satisfying. And most people’s desks are layered with a jumble of gadgets, decorations, and other bric-a-brac.