A friend called me “workaholic” last weekend for declining a night on the town in favor of staying home to write in a rare quiet house. I don’t know about that. A pile of See’s chocolate at my left elbow, a bowl of buttered popcorn at my right, and a novel-in-progress on the computer screen in the middle…sounds more like heaven to me than work.
Dawn@Whispers and Shouts says
Oh, a quiet house. I do relish those. Shut-in or not, I do like my writing and my chocolate.