My office is also our spare bedroom, which means that when we have guests, I have to find another place to write.
Some might be thinking that it makes no sense to write when you have guests.
But I do.
I write every day.
Some days are more prolific than others. Those are glorious. Some days I can only write a few words.
But every day I write. And if my office is hi-jacked, I work in the dining room.
My dining room
I get up at four every morning to put words to paper. Even when I only got to bed very late. There are plenty of mornings that I feel like turning around and going back to bed. But I don’t. I get up and write.
Or in the evening, when everyone else is in bed.
There are times when I get stuck. And then I go to a place of peace. A place where worlds life and breathe and inspire.
My local library
No matter where I am, or what is happening around me, I make time to write.
Because I want to be a professional writer. I want to publish books. Books with stories.
And stories are my life. They are the reason for my living.