Clearing out a home for writing can help the brain get situated. I’m lucky that my desk is currently by my books. This great little space is an amalgam of dark wood bookshelves from a chain store – meh – and a consignment desk, an inherited lamp, chair, and bookend from my uncle. A few cozy odds and ends, and suddenly I’m typing out diary entries and musing over what biography to read next. After a long break from writing, this is exactly what I need. The break was necessary. I don’t regret it at all. From that pause, I managed to add on to our family with the little dude and create a wonderful chapbook that I’ll hopefully get to post more about soon. Fingers crossed!