A fellow member of ERWA asked writers for a photo of their favorite workspace and I had to share this. Sorry, no library filled with shelves of unread books, roaring fire, faithful dog at my knee, sniffer of brandy, and a smelly cigar. Just an empty fast food restaurant, my faithful MBA, portable hotspot, and a cup of coffee.
I find that I’m most productive at a fast food place as there is a minimum of distraction and Jack doesn’t like me to have my pants down around my ankles so I’m forced to work, as it were, instead of entertaining myself.
I just wish Jack would fix his wifi here, so I didn’t have to bring my own. I think Jack is worried more about his stalker than my Internet access. Just check out the posters in his stores to see what I mean.
As my Mom says, she needs “alone time,” and that’s me also. Growing up on a farm, having to milk the cows, slop the hogs, and feed the chickens instills the urge to climb out of bed when the sun peeks over the mountains in Sin City.
Even when we’ve been at a house party most of the night, I still have to get up even after just a couple of hours sleep. I’m under standing orders to never wake Wifey before 9 A.M. at the earliest and that’s the earliest! So I go to my office away from home and work for a couple of hours.
With a laptop, Internet access, and DropBox, I find that I can work and still have no problems integrating with my desktop PC.