I am in my writing place. I mean that in a physical sense. It’s a real place in the house downstairs–carpeted, wall lined with family pictures, and it’s warm.
It wasn’t always a warm place. A long heat runner goes into the room. But the heat runner used to get tired of “running” and fall fast asleep along the way with the heat. So we finally installed a gas stove that looks like an old wood burning stove. Now my “writing place” is toasty warm in winter and cool in the summer. A writer definitely needs a comfortable place to write.
Of course, “comfortable” is a state of the mind. I have a friend who loves to write in the cafe section of “Borders.” She likes the noise mixed with talk and people coming and going. It stimulates her fingers on her laptop.
I am sure there are some people that like to write poetry in trees. I am more down to earth myself. I just thought that you might like to know that, although I do wear a propeller hat I am not completely airborne.
The bottom line is: Don’t just a person by his or her hat.