Tales From The BIG Chair
3/2/2012 6:06:40 PM
On the off-chance I didn’t mention it enough times, I have a new writing chair.
It is a BIG chair, wholly unsuitable for the kitchen, where my desk is, but very, very comfortable. When I first sat in the BIG chair, my husband observed that I looked like Ronnie Corbett, about to tell a protracted joke.
I have considered living in it and never climbing out, but you know how it is; the family want feeding, their clothes need washing and eventually someone asks if that rancid smell in the corner is you.
So, having showered and cleared my diary on Wednesday morning, I sat down to write my daily target of a thousand words.
Apart from stopping to perform motherly/daughterly/wifely duties (yes, even after the Ronnie Corbett remark, I still washed Gajitman’s volleyball kneepads), I haven’t stopped writing. I tweeted that I believe the chair is transmitting ideas.
How can an item of furniture make such a difference?
I can only think that with my improved posture and decrease in lower back pain, I am more relaxed, thus allowing an increased flow of oxygen to my brain.
Or maybe I have been hallucinating, intoxicated by the new leather smell.
Comments:
Jan Brigden:
3/5/2012 4:27:48 PM
The Chair.
Love it, Laura! That is one mighty fine chair. And you’re right about the increased comfort and better posture making a difference. ‘The Chair’ definitely deserves this blog post x