If I can't write with the ocean spray at my back, the salt air at my nose, and the wind refreshing my spirit, how can I write at home? Here at home, amidst the piles of clothes and scattered children's toys. Here in my master bedroom sitting area, staring at the door in anticipation of the next 'I want' or 'Mo-meeeeeeeeee!'
Am I fighting my muse by ignoring the reality around me? Must I be in a certain setting to write? Is my writing external or internal reflection?
What do writers do?
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