Over the last year, standing desks have received a lot of attention.
The internet abounds with cheery headlines like “How sitting may be killing you!”; articles on the health benefits of standing and stories of literary greats like Dickens, Hemingway, Woolf owing their success to being stander-uppers.
Not dying and achieving literary greatness merely by standing is all very well but seems to be missing the most important point, which is that toddlers cannot get their little jam-covered fingers on a keyboard if it’s on standing desk.
So I am now the proud owner of a most delightful standing desk – courtesy of my parents who, unbelievably, had an old teacher’s desk which was apparently just hanging out, looking for a good home.
One of the most important things in balancing a creative life with family life is to grab whatever time you can get and use it. The standing desk is definitely helping with this – I get these tiny fragments of time during the day when the children are happily engaged in an educational activity (or pulling all the bedclothes off their beds or emptying every single jigsaw puzzle onto the floor), which occasionally give me 10 minutes of peace and quiet and it’s very nice to have a safe space at which to work.
The only thing I have to do now is to train myself and Mr Enemy not to leave stuff on top of the damned thing.