That was one eighth of where I wrote when I sort-of still had a marriage.
Behind me (out of shot) were eight bookcases all filled two-books deep.
Second shelf down to the right of the CDs are MY books (some of 'em, anyway) the five novels, Ballistics, a few of the better anthologies I cheated my way into: Alsop Review, Eclectica and so on
The brown picture above the computer screen is FANTASTIC. Bottom left is my kids' great-grandmother with her mother and father and siblings, one of which was Ernie the Egg.
Packing for divorce and all this is in crates. My HEART is in crates.
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