A desk in the life of a writer/publisher

So, this is where I work. At the moment the air conditioning is keeping me alive (just call me Girl in the Bubble – haven’t yet learned to love February in Brisbane), but usually I have the French doors open so that I can enjoy the stirring of a breeze and the rustle of leaves. My desk is fairly organised at the moment – what you can’t see is the heaving mass of filing, sitting on the daybed at the end of the room. For my birthday I would like a Filing Slave please …