Who needs television when you have bird feeders hanging from a tree, right outside the window, in your line of sight? This is paradise. Life unfolds and blossoms.

It is better for me to write in my teensy, treehouse office because I am not distracted, day-dreaming, scheming new projects or goofing off. I work when I am in my little room the size of a cubicle. Writing becomes comforting and natural. It develops and grows organically, at a reasonable pace.

Affirm: I allow all transitions and transactions to be gradual and I easily digest and incorporate them. This or something better.