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Most of the time I try to write in my bed, but that never seems to work. This desk, however, is where writing actually happens. My mom bought it for me when I was in high school, and I’ve toted it around ever since. It houses all my desk accessories, favorite coffee mugs, and a very heavy elephant pen holder. I have a picture of a time I was happy and dancing, to remind myself things are not as tough as they seem when I’m in the thick of a story. The box set of Louis Sachar’s Wayside School Stories is there, as I’m reading through them once again. Mostly, where I write is surrounded with distractions: my fiction bookshelf, the banjo I’m trying to learn, and a huge window that leads to the faint, irregular hum of I-5, and on a clear day a solid view of Mt. Rainier.
Christine Texeira grew up in Kent, Washington, and recently received her MFA in fiction from the University of Notre Dame, where she taught creative-writing courses and worked on various literary journals. She is interested in cosmology, French fries, and James Joyce. Her work has appeared in The Conium Review and Moss. She is the Hugo House education and programs manager.