The thing is, I'm a yogi at heart so I almost always sit with my legs crossed, as if I'm three years old. You can't do that in a narrow chair. And on a hard chair, forget it. But on a sofa, crossing those legs makes a perfect little nest for my computer, and I'm off to the races.
Everything else feels like procrastination to me, and I write while my toddler naps, so time is at a premium. Finding a view or special lighting would take time. Looking for the right music would suck my brain into iTunes for the entire afternoon.
The fire may be lit or not. Sunny, raining, hailing, I don't care. I don't require a lucky pen or need to start writing at a precise time or wear special writing socks or hold the perfect mug or create mood lighting. I sometimes write in the dark!
All I need is a cushy seat--any cushy seat. A large pot of tea, a small bit of honey, and a throw blanket also are welcome, but not necessary.
Photo credit: My oldest, 2008, took this photo while I was writing. Is that how I look to them when I'm writing? All bug-eyes and no mouth?
I blog rarely, because I'm writing books. When I do blog, I focus on writing, friendship, family, and books. Because my family's best nicknames are private, I use their birth years for shorthand: