Well, it's almost twelve midnight here and I've written a little bit on my novel today. I've tried to write all day but something keeps interrupting me. Could it be the environment I was in? Even though it was pretty quiet where I work I just couldn't really concentrate, I mean that deep zoning in concentration you get when you completely enter the novel's world.
I don't know what it is, but when I finally got to the Library, I was sucked in. And even though it only lasted about an hour because that's all the spare time I had, it was sheer bliss. Maybe it's the combination of the old moldy book smell and the dead silence. Whatever it is, I'm hooked. Where's your favorite place to write?
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