For the last year I have been doing my writing at a pub table in the den. Not the most productive area. The den is full of distractions, including my beautiful wife who wanders through, sometimes in nothing but a t-shirt.
I am the type of writer that needs an environment conducive to, well, writing. Although the den is definitely not that environment, I have surprised myself and finished up quite a bit of work. Come on, I published a book while working in that environment. Well, that is officially over. I have returned to my office; my writing environment.
The room has been painted and the old twin bed moved away. I bought a nice desk that will hold my computer, printer, and the various books I use when I am in full writing mode. This new office is for one thing, and one thing only; writing. If I want to take a break and surf the net a bit, I leave my office and go to the other computer. This way my mind remains in writing mode while I am in my office.
It's really amazing how well this works. I had some of my most productive days in that office, before it was occupied by another for a year. Tonight, I dive back into some very serious writing, and I can't wait. I have been productive as of late, but this change of environment is what I have been wanting for quite some time. No more barstool. I can sit at a desk and unload the voices in my head.
Now, where is my red stapler?
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