My office is in my bedroom, upstairs in our two story house. It’s really quite perfect. From there I can keep track of my family—who’s coming and going, who else is here (we have lots of kids in and out and I’m pretty good at distinguishing voices even through the floorboards :-)) and what everyone is doing. I’m there if they need me and I can run downstairs and put a casserole in for dinner, then head back upstairs. But, I can also shut the door, turn on my Scentsy pot and music and concentrate on my work. In there, I’m surrounded by my bookcases. My view includes shelves of my favorite books by my favorite authors—Susan Andersen, Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Lori Foster, Lucy Monroe and Erin McCarthy to name a few. And my own books. They’re between a set of book ends I bought especially to showcase them and they have their own shelf :-). It’s my reminder that my dream has come true and I’m fortunate enough to get to live it every day.
Outside my window is our neighborhood. We live in a quiet small Midwestern town much like the ones I write about. I love being able to look out on our yard, see my kids and their friends play, see our neighbors doing yard work, grilling out, washing their cars. It all reminds me of why I love writing those settings in my books.
But, I definitely don’t write only in my office. I also write in the living room or kitchen or on the bed. Sometimes I write with total silence, sometimes with music, sometimes with the TV on. Sometimes I change scenery on purpose. It helps shake things up and can help get me over stuck spots, so if I get to a part that’s not coming together, I’ll purposefully move to somewhere new. Sometimes, out of necessity, I write in the car, waiting rooms or on bleachers while waiting for practices to end. I’m actually quite productive in other places—probably because I can disconnect from the internet! :-)
One of the most productive places I ever wrote was in the parking lot of a park just down the street from where my daughter was rehearsing for Charlotte’s Web with the community theater. It was late winter/ early spring so still got dark early, it was a little chilly out and, of course, I couldn’t connect to Twitter or anything in the car, so I would sit with my laptop, in the dark, cozy in the car and write for the two hours she was in rehearsals. It was so productive, in fact, that I’ve decided to head right back there if I ever get a horrible case of writer’s block! :-)
But definitely, overall, my favorite view is of a my computer screen filled with words of a new story!
About the Author: Erin Nicholas is the author of sexy contemporary romances. Her stories have been described as toe-curling, enchanting, steamy and fun. She loves to write about reluctant heroes, flawed heroines, sex with food and happily ever afters. She does not like to write dark moments, synopses or bios. You can find Erin on the web at www.ErinNicholas.com, www.ninenaughtynovelists.blogspot.com, on Twitter and even on Facebook (when necessary).
Suppose the solution to all your problems is the one thing you never wanted…
It figures the one time Sabrina Cassidy is determined to do the responsible thing, karma kicks in. After four years on the road chasing her musical dream, she’s stranded six hours from home with no money, a ruined credit history—and morning sickness.
Out of options, she swallows her legendary independent streak and calls the only person who won’t hang up on her. Luke, the man she left behind.
Marc Sterling’s first instinct is to protect his business partner and best friend from another broken heart. That means letting her think she’s talking to Luke, then finding a way to send her in the opposite direction.
When he shows up at her hotel room, there’s something in the air beside their customary insults. Sure, her rebellious attitude, smart mouth—and purple panties—still drive him crazy, but now it’s a different kind of crazy. The kind that has him driving her home instead of to the nearest airport.
And when Luke offers to solve all her problems if she’ll only say “I do”, Marc realizes he’s just crazy enough—about her—to forget whose heart he wanted to protect.
Warning: Contains two people who don’t like each other very much, a Toyota that can’t quite handle the road trip home, and a spontaneous proposal. Or two. Or three. And foreplay with—what else—pie filling.