Silence–not one a peep. Sorry little birds, I do enjoy waking up to your flight at the break of dawn every morning. Your chirping is sweat music to my ears but not at this hour. No distractions please—only the warmth of the morning rays hugging me and a cup of steaming tea by my side, and of course the keyboard. With all these factors, I can tap away at the keyboard for hours. It never happens for that long with two boys groggily tugging at my side by 7:30am—my train of thoughts instantly derail.
I don’t like to get too comfortable on any time slot so sometimes twilight writing is the way it has to be to create another post (as long as I don’t fall asleep reading another William Steig picture book by 8:30pm.)
A wagon wheel table that we once broke bread on and a patio seat that is way to low causing much strain on my shoulders is the writing station du jour. If I had an inch of artistic talent, I would sketch my dream desk, but I will spare you the image. Santa must have been speeding past my nest—he forgot to get me a desk!
Thanks for the thrill! this post