Pretty close to this. I sit on one end of a dreadful looking couch in my living room, that has hosted many cats and babies. My laptop screen's broken so it's being used as a hard drive. My friend gave me an immense ancient off-brand monitor which I jerry-rigged up to the laptop and it sits perched on a wooden TV tray with said closed laptop, which has stickers (and child cups, and Dog Man by Dav Pilkey) all over it. Behind this setup is a big wide window and an early 1900's needlepoint from a tiny shop in South Africa called "The Do's and Don'ts of No.1 Derby Court" that my grandmother got me because commandment No.1 is "Thou shalt respect Heather at all times." (I'm Heather)
I hook up my tablet to it when needed. If I need to scan stuff in, I use the computer downstairs and send myself the files. My oldest kid is playing Roblox about a foot away at a desk my great-grandfather built. My grandma is brewing herself tea in the kitchen behind me. If I want to write down plot points, I use my kids' leftover school papers and sprawl out on the floor with a Dr. Seuss book as a "desk" (generally during my kids' bath time).
If I need to do artsy-farsty crafty stuff, kitchen table. I hang stuff to dry next to the pots and pans.