Clark Knowles

My office. I found the desk on the side of the road. It’s my first grown up writing desk. I used to write on a sheet of plywood streched across two sawhorses. Then I upgraded to a table from a yardsale. Then I found this. I hadn’t been writing much for about a year, but as soon as I saw this desk, I wanted to write. We’d had weeks of hard rain and the desk appeared on the first sunny day, bearing a sign that said, “Free and Dry.” I swerved my van over and backed up the street. Luckily, it came apart and fit into my van. Homer is above and to the left, my muse. Current reading list is stacked to the bottom, on the right. Computer is there, but I’m doing most of my drafting by longhand. Three of the eight stories I wrote last summer have been accepted by good reviews: Glimmer Train, Conjunctions, and Harpur Palate.