When I lived in NYC, I used to write on the subway and the Long Island Railroad to and from work. Something about the train’s motion lulled me into extremely productive writing headspaces. Once I moved to the southwest, I didn’t think I’d find that rhythm again, but believe it or not, leaves rustling and birds chirping in my backyard have the same effect. So in good weather or bad, here’s my writing space. I go out around 8:30 and, with breaks, will stay there writing until dark.