Where do you like to write? I like to write in bed with my jamies on and with my dog curled up at my feet warming them. I could stay here all day even with the heaps of unfolded laundry looming like storm clouds at the edges of my bedroom. By the end of the day, if I don’t move and keep writing except to get up to eat something salty then sweet, globs of laundry will have been turned over onto my bed, strewn about like unkempt children. A frantic soccer player in search of a jersey or a ballerina leaping for a leotard will have thrown it there. The dog will be happy when a fuzzy pink slipper sock lands on her nose, a prize waiting to be gnawed at. I feel compelled to say that I am off carpool duty today; otherwise this blatant indulgence might be seen as abuse of my privileges as a stay-at-home mom who gets to write for fun all day. Then again, someone else, maybe one of the other five people with whom I live and one whom I can be pretty sure loves me, could maybe fold the laundry. (I’m wondering: is “whom” a dead word?)



I'm lucky enough to have an office (when there isn't a guest there!) in our house. It's got a desk chair at the desk, when I need to be seriously productive, a rocking chair for when I need to sit and think, and a futon for when I want company. Most of the time, I need a keyboard to do actual writing,and that means this room or sometimes (like right now) the laptop on the comfy couch.
Becky Levine11:17 PM EST