First, I desperately wanted to straighten up my desk for this picture, but I didn’t have time, and what’s the point of a perfectly neat desk? A messy desk shows how busy I am. You should see the other side of the room! Or uh . . . maybe not. . . .
Not only do I write from this desk, but I keep track of our farm accounts, work for ACFW, and just generally manage my family’s lives from here. Here’s a run-down of what’s on the desk: pens, notepads, bills, invoices, contracts, quotes, more bills, adding machine, labels, postage, phone, external hard drive, and earbuds.
And not one, but two laptops.
I’m in the process of switching over to my MacBook Pro, but use both of them on occasion. My Dell has been a good one, but it’s getting slow. So sometimes while it’s crunching numbers, I switch to the Mac.
Almost 99% of my work is done with my laptops, so I can move around to various parts of the house. Sometimes I work while sitting in the recliner, outside on the porch, or even on the redneck treadmill desk.
Yes, redneck treadmill desk.
I call it that because when I did all my research and bought the treadmill and the materials to turn it into a desk, my Carpenter-Cowboy and all the little carpenter-cowboys were in the hayfield. And I was raring to go! So, I assembled my treadmill all by my lonesome and redneck-girl’d the shelf on with blue masking tape and it’s been that way ever since. It works. What can I say?
And speaking of the treadmill desk . . . gotta run!
Pam Hillman was born and raised on a dairy farm in Mississippi and spent her teenage years perched on the seat of a tractor raking hay. In those days, her daddy couldn’t afford two cab tractors with air conditioning and a radio, so Pam drove the Allis Chalmers 110. Even when her daddy asked her if she wanted to bale hay, she told him she didn’t mind raking. Raking hay doesn’t take much thought so Pam spent her time working on her tan and making up stories in her head. Now, that’s the kind of life every girl should dream of! Find out more about Pam at her website.
About Claiming Mariah
After her father’s death, Mariah Malone sends a letter that will forever alter the lives of her family. When Slade Donovan, strong willed and eager for vengeance, shows up on her front porch, Mariah is not ready to hear his truths: her father’s farm, the only home she’s ever known, was bought with stolen gold. With Slade ready to collect his father’s rightful claim and force Mariah and her family out on the streets, Mariah must turn to God for guidance. Though Mr. Frederick Cooper, a local landowner, promises to answer her financial woes if she agrees to be his bride, Mariah finds herself drawn instead to the angry young man demanding her home.
With the ranch now under Slade’s careful eye, he unearths more than he ever imagined as a devious plot of thievery, betrayal, and murder threatens the well-being of the ranch, endangering those who hold it dear. As the days dwindle until the rest of the Donovan clan arrives at the Lazy M ranch, Mariah and Slade must rise above the resentment of their fathers and see their true feelings before greed changes their futures forever.