A Room of Someone Else's

On writing far from home

I did not write a single word of my book from my home office, which was a small white lacquer CB2 desk pushed against a wall of my bedroom. It’s the desk where I did every assignment for my job as a late night writer, but no matter how many weekends I shut the door and pulled up the Word Document called “NWTYTBM_draft,” the best I could do was edit. And fill online shopping carts with various (I am now seeing the thematic resonance) makeup products I would never once use.