Got a few words slogged out on the screen last night...hubby had a class and daughter had dancing and son was running the roads...so I had blissful quiet to actually write. I've forgotten what that is like. When I originally wrote my book six years ago, I was a single mom with just my daughter, and she'd go to bed and I had all the time at night to myself. I also owned and ran a bookstore at the time, so when things were slow... alot... (alas, since I no longer have that business, you can guess how slow) I wrote there.
Now I'm married, with my teenager plus one, and a full time job so when I get home it's massive chaos. And when my husband gets home he's a talker. And he likes the TV screaming.
I can edit something with all that going on, but I've started book number two and I'm finding that I cannot write "new" with that much distraction. I have to dive in. I have to get in the car with my characters and participate in their conversation. I can't keep jumping in and out of the car window to answer my husband's question about taxes or comment about what Bill O'Reilly just said. Or I need to tell my character to get a convertible because I'm getting bruised up.
Ohhhhh, to have a room all to myself to write in...that would be nice. But not happening in my house. We are stacked deep. I mostly write in bed propped on pillows with my laptop. Until my legs go dead.
Where do you write?