I really. really. miss. being able to sit on the heat vent and drink coffee or tea or whatever and talk out my ideas. I don't know why, but it really helped me get the juices flowing and articulate my plans and stabilize what I had to write next.

And now, I just can't do it anymore. I never have alone-time in this house, and when I do, it's unexpected, and... I have to find a way to do this. Maybe instead of the vent, I can sit in my car somewhere. At night. I'll try it later.