I need what Hemingway called A Clean Well-Lighted Place in my life.  I will further qualify that desire by calling it A Clean Well-Lighted Quiet Place.  If you are a working wife and mother, you will know exactly what I mean.  The well-lighted place isn’t so much a rarity as the clean and quiet part.  Life at my house is maybe clean for five or so minutes and quiet – well, that almost never happens unless everyone is asleep.

If you are a parent, you will know that noise and noise-making demonic electronic devices are a part of a parent’s life.  If you are as ADD as I am, you will know that noise and noise-making demonic electronic devices are about as much fun as being hit in the head repeatedly with a baseball bat.

I often have a hard time concentrating, to put it mildly.

But, still, I soldier on like the little soldierette I am and I try to write my daily allotment of 1,000 words on a novel, 250-500 words on a short story.

That used to seem like a great lot of words to me, back a few years ago when I was writing my first book.  Now it’s just a normal day of writing work for me.

Funny how that works, isn’t it?

Still, I long for that Clean Well-Lighted Quiet Place.  I will wait for it.  It will come someday.  I’m sure of it.