A blank computer screen is NOT inspiring to me. I don’t sit down until I have something to say. I work from plotting cards and if I try to write and nothing works, I get up and do something else while the story simmers in my brain. Usually, I can come back to the computer with fresh eyes, and the words start to flow again. I used to write in the lower level of my home, a completely furnished, comfortable room, but with little natural light. Then my son bought me a laptop and wireless modem. I switched to writing at my dining room table so I could look out at the woods behind my home. Much more inspiring—so much so, that I’m adding on a room where I can write and look out at the view of deer, bunny rabbits, and butterflies.