As a child struggling through daily piano practice, I imagined it would feel more satisfying to have a flute or a violin-- an instrument I could hold in my hands. I was certain that enveloping an instrument would allow more a sense of connection with the music I was trying to make than sitting on a chair in front of a stationary object, trying to coax sound from it. 

I write on a computer and use my desk for the tasks of daily life. But when I prepare to write, I unplug everything, settle into my old and yummy LazyBoy and lower the computer onto a lovely pillow in my lap. With my body enveloping the computer, I begin to reach for words.  The desk is for bills and other administrative responsibilities. The computer nestled on a pillow in my lap is for writing.