Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit

When I was a kid, on the first morning of every month, my dad would come into my bedroom with a big grin to wake me up and remind me to say “rabbit, rabbit, rabbit” for good luck. And by the looks of my desk this morning, I am going to need some luck this month.

Not all of the mess is mine. My daughter does her homework here. The green book to the left of my laptop is a biography of Charles Drew who is her Black History Month project. And her outline and index card notes are scattered around. But all of the other books are mine, research for the bios or my own writing work.

So in case you were wondering how messy some writers’ desks can be, now you know.