I’ve come to the conclusion that there is no perfect place to write. There is no perfect time. There is no perfect mood. You can sit there and wait for all your ducks to line up before you start writing, but I’ll tell you right now that those ducks don’t behave themselves too often. There is always something going on to stir them up.
It all comes down to this, folks.
Discipline.
Yeah, I know. It’s a nasty word.
Let the ducks fly off and do whatever it is that ducks do, but you keep your rear end in the chair and your fingers on the keyboard and write something! You don’t feel like it? Too bad, so sad. Stay put and keep writing. The phone will ring. Your kids will demand your attention. Even the grown up ones. The beautiful weather will call you. Your errand list will dance before your eyes. But you must stay strong!
You have a task before you. A book that only you can write. Don’t let anything sway you from doing it. Stop making excuses. You’re not too tired. Your brain is not frozen. You do have an hour or two right there. Just write, okay?
Good.
Now you’re in the write spot.
Inside the Writer 
Nicely done, Wendy. And I couldn’t agree more.
Why does everything we tell ourselves we have to do seem more important, more deserving of our time, than our writing?
“A book that only you can write.” I hasten to add, a book that you MUST write. A book, or story, or poem, or whatever, the world needs to hear.
How we feel about ourselves truly affects everything, doesn’t it? If we believed in our own value, we’d also believe in the value of what we have to say and share with the world, and we might just make writing a priority in our lives.
So true!
When I’m in that dead space where I don’t have much to write about, I flit around and “gather data.” It works for me.
Good idea! I’ll have to try that.
PS: That’s a great photo.