I have been working at one of those put-it-together-yourself shoddy desks since I moved into my apartment last summer, because it was cheap and I needed to use my money for things that were more essential at the time. But writer friends sometimes talk about their desks and I’ve always felt like I wasn’t a real writer because my desk totally sucked. Today I got a really great desk and chair that I’d been eyeing for the past few months, waiting for it to go clearance (because I am a total bargain shopper of nice quality things). I have about four times the desktop space now, and on top of that it looks really nice. I am pleased. With this desk and chair I can now brag about my desk like a real writer.