tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666767941556044308.post7396503247917632637..comments2008-12-20T22:14:16.162-08:00Comments on Aerophant: Writing in bed and other rules of buoyancyTaihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11703993512737384114noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666767941556044308.post-74411023046964342292008-12-20T22:14:00.000-08:002008-12-20T22:14:00.000-08:00Squirrel, I'd love to see a photograph of your mag...Squirrel, I'd love to see a photograph of your magical bed-desk-nest. We should do a series! We'll call it, "Writers In Bed, and Other Compromising Positions."<BR/><BR/>Such an arresting image, CG. I can smell the dusty, pungent aroma of typewriter oil and hear that squeaky chair.Taihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11703993512737384114noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666767941556044308.post-5319408855937512982008-12-20T16:36:00.000-08:002008-12-20T16:36:00.000-08:00As a lifelong closeted bedwriter (not wetter), I l...As a lifelong closeted bedwriter (not wetter), I love, love, love this post. My dreams and creativity live in my bed. Also my back heating pad and comfortable pillows.Squirrelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11708026581220562733noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-666767941556044308.post-28035663616807339492008-12-19T16:52:00.000-08:002008-12-19T16:52:00.000-08:00My father sat at his desk on a squeaky wooden chai...My father sat at his desk on a squeaky wooden chair in his leather bomber jacket, the smell of typewriter oil and erasers around him like a cloud, a wastebasket of crumpled manuscript pages. The closest we ever came to seeing his novel in print.CJGallegoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02186128236936755754noreply@blogger.com