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30 Days of Writing - Day Six

6. Where are you most comfortable writing? At what time of day? Computer or good ol' pen and paper?

I'm actually relatively comfortable virtually anywhere at home, but especially the living room, the back porch, and, when things are in order, my office in the basement. I'm also a fan of sitting at a cafe, either the one where I work, or others around town, for a few hours. I tend to be more productive, and more easily set into the right mode for writing later in the day, though I can write almost any time of day if I'm in the right mindset. I almost always write on my computer, as I can type more quickly than I can write, and if I write on paper, I'll just have to copy it into the computer later anyway.

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