It seems every writer has a special place they go to write.
Jo March had her garret...
Beatrix Potter had her farm in the Lake District...
Jane Austen wrote on the tiny desk in her family's sitting room. She chose the spot because the door creaked and she could tell when anyone was coming and whisk her novel away.
But I don't seem to have a particularly "special" spot. When we first moved to this house I thought I'd use the attic for my writing and painting spot, fitting it up into a place like Jo March's garret. That is, until I discovered how brief is the season it's bearable up there. In winter your fingers just about fall off. In summer you could just shrivel up and die or smother from the humidity. But in the spring and fall it's pretty nearly perfect, as long as it's clean. :P
Then I thought, perhaps I'd find a good spot in our woods. But you don't know how many bugs there are upon closer inspection! And in the summertime, ticks and mosquitoes run rampant. Not very conducive to inspiration. ;)
I've been keeping my eye out for a good writing spot, but I seem to write wherever I am. So if dreams *did* come true, then here are some places I could get used to. ;)
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