Lately, my writing schedule has been like this:
Today I rose late, took the dog out for a nice, long walk in the woods with birds singing and the air still cool from the previous night, and had a leisurely breakfast of home-made hashbrowns. Then I got out my laptop and headed to the back yard.
Unlike our previous back yard, this one is quiet. No roaring trucks, motorcycles, or SUVs. Just occasional neighborhood noises. I set a lawnchair beneath the maple tree and used a lap desk. I wrote for about three hours in the shade, with warm summer breezes wafting over me. Two squirrels played tag in the next yard over, much to Sam's annoyance--"Why can't they do that over here?" his expression clearly said.
Went inside for a quick lunch and a little net surfing (okay, I was playing City of Heroes) while the battery recharged, then came back out for more writing. Finished the first chapter of a YA SF book. Nice! I want to work like this every day!
--Steven
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