It was all superstition. I refused to get a new chair for nearly a decade because I was afraid it would make me have writer's block or something if I did. The chair was busted; the back long broken off, stuffing coming out, just tore up. I didn't care, it was my writing chair and I loved it.

Ok this was my husband Mercury Man's chair for his desk at school. He's a teacher and was at a school last year that had old, busted furniture, so he bought a comfortable chair. He bought it home for the summer and I've been using it. It's soooooo comfy, my word. He's at a new school this year and they have ok furniture, so he hasn't been pressed to take his chair in. Even if he was, it's my chair now! ha ha Mercury Man!

I decided to retire my old writing chair. I can't go back to it now after a summer of this, I tried. But still, I'm gonna miss that chair.



We have had this chair since t-bop was a baby so going on 10 years. This chair supported me through numerous projects...I wrote 7 books in this chair, often times with a sleeping or sick child on my lap or draped over my shoulder.

Here it is on the curb, waiting to be picked up by the garbage collectors. I watched it all morning from the porch. Someone came and picked it up, right when I was thinking I should try to make something out of it. That makes me happy that it will have a second life somewhere.



or maybe it was just some weirdo hoping I will get famous and they can sell my chair on ebay for big money! LOL!!!! um good luck with that financial plan, ha ha ah ahahahahahah ha ah ah ha.

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