Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
I thought I’d give you a look at what’s outside my writing room, here at the new manse. I have my desk facing a wall, because otherwise I’d just gaze out at the trees all day long instead of writing, and that would defeat the purpose. Still, it’s nice to swivel the chair every so often and have a look at the view.
‘Round about 11 each morning, it gets warm enough to open the slider and let the magnificent pine and oak aromas waft in. Then it really gets hard to concentrate.
Sometimes I wonder if meditating on nature isn’t more rewarding than word-whacking my way through another novel…
Here’s another shot: