The desk stands in the shadowed study, oblivious to the knowledge that relies on its strong legs for support. Ideas sit forsaken and scattered, half lives known only to the writer. A brown leather journal, bound with a strap, longs for an entry. A picture lies face down, once the muse, now the block. Crumpled papers litter the dusty floor, evidence of frustrating attempts at perfection. A stack of books leans impossibly to one side, like the mind of the writer, unable to endure the smallest disturbance. The desk, once the birthplace of brilliance, abandoned for peace of mind.


Simply Heather December 16, 2008 at 7:46 AM  

I really like this photo and your writing! Thank you, Chris, for the copyright information AND for your supportful thoughts. I really appreciate you for helping me out. Thanks for being His vessel :o).

(had to share this...I started to enter the word verification underneath and the letters together sound like happsies)

Omah's Helping Hands December 16, 2008 at 7:52 AM  

Cool pic. Great writing! As always, a joy to read your posts. Keep them coming.

Cynthia,  December 16, 2008 at 11:21 AM  

This is another of my favorites!

Travis Erwin December 16, 2008 at 12:12 PM  

Nice piece You really capture the sentiment.

Dina December 16, 2008 at 2:07 PM  

Was my desk the muse for this story? Ha ha. I'm guessing your own writing desk was the muse for this story, but boy could I relate.

Yeti December 16, 2008 at 2:21 PM  

Very Nice!! Thanks bro for stopping by my blog..

C. Beth December 16, 2008 at 3:05 PM  

Very nice!

Poor desk, poor writer.

Last Place Finisher December 16, 2008 at 3:09 PM  

"Once the muse, now the block." That hit me.

Chris Bowers December 16, 2008 at 4:38 PM  

Jest - Thank you!

Simply Heather - No problem, anytime. happsies, I think that's the breed of fairy Tinker Bell is.

Omah Helping Hands - Thanks Tammy!

Cynthia - Thanks and I'll see ya Friday!

Travis - Thanks bro!

Dina - Yep, yours and mine both.

Yeti - Thanks man! I'm still in awe of those pictures green/not green.

C.Beth - Thanks! Very poor writer.

Last place finisher - Yeah, seems life can change like that, the "is" becomes the "was" pretty quick.

Tia December 16, 2008 at 8:46 PM  

Oh I really like this. Well done!

Vodka Mom December 17, 2008 at 6:03 AM  

the pic and the post were both brilliant.

Chris Bowers December 17, 2008 at 6:52 AM  

Tia- Thank you!

Vodka Mom - Thanks! The picture came from a lady Claudia.http://picasaweb.google.com/claudiaro08

Dixie's Whimsey December 18, 2008 at 6:26 AM  

Chris I love your story telling.. this one especially moving and emotional...

Chris Bowers December 18, 2008 at 7:17 AM  

Dixie - Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!

~hon~ December 18, 2008 at 8:04 AM  

A very profound and insightful photo. Good writing.

Thank you for following my blog. I really appreciate it. Thank you for putting me on your favorite blogs. I'm so humbled. Thank you.


M. Umer Toor December 23, 2008 at 1:58 PM  

for peace of mind.

I do not agree: ideas don't die like us :)

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