This may be a lame excuse, but I’m in Waco. Waco! And I’ve got to be at a roller rink tomorrow morning and the next at 5 am. These are the joys of being a mom to a speed skater.
I have trouble writing in hotel rooms. I can write in my home, in cafes, in parks, in cars, in stores, but hotels rooms… So I finished story 27! Whether I write anything else…
ah, excuses, excuses.
Oh. I can’t write back in my dad’s house either.
What about you? Are there places where you can’t write? I don’t mean you aren’t allowed to. I mean, psychologically you can’t get into your writer mind. What is it about these places that makes writing hard?