The Writing Life — A room with a view, a writing device, and a source of heat. What ...

... more does one need? Last night I had a fiction deadline, but it was such a lovely evening! It seemed a crime to sit inside. So I took my laptop out onto the deck. Because the evening was chilly, my husband set up the heat lamp for me. And there I wrote for hours, as night fell and the frogs sang in the creek and the words flowed like a river.