Partners in Art

There is just one thing that I want right now, more than anything. And that is: a desk.

Not just any desk. But a writing desk. Someplace where I could sit and just write. To have the space needed to plot or keep track of characters. Instead of what I am currently doing-laying in bed. This is the only place I have to write.

I cannot have a desk. Because I share a room with my sister. There is no space to be had. Since I was seven I have shared this little room with my sister. We've had ups and downs, and there were times where I wished I could just shove her out to the garage to live. (She's horribly messy, and while I'm not the definition of organized myself, I do have a semblance of order)

Nowadays we get along great and understand each others differences in taste and personalities. She's an artist-a good one if I may say so-and so has her artsy stuff all over the place and sometimes the room reeks of paint. I'm a writer so I have books in piles at random places and often am up late tap-tap-tapping on my keyboard while she's trying to sleep.

But there is one thing that I cannot do without. That is: my sister.

She listens to all my plot lines and character arcs, pokes holes in them often, and encourages me. I point out the flaws in her art and applaud her as she works hard on a masterpiece. We can always count on the other to be truthful, nothing held back. I get her, she gets me.

I've learned to appreciate my sister, that I have someone who is so supportive and caring of me.

I still want my own room with a nice writing desk, though.