I’ve learned that where I write has just as much to do with whether I write than anything else. Where as in sitting in front of my Mac instead of outside on my tree shaded patio complete with morning cup of coffee, a pen with the just right feel, and my turquoise Moleskin (which is full of thinking about my novel and various explanations of why I’m not writing it). But that isn’t the kind of writing I’m talking about. It’s more what I’m doing right now. The sitting in front of my Mac kind of writing.