My last writing session was idyllic: at a beach-side cafe on the Sunshine Coast, armed with a skinny, extra-hot, caramel latte (pedantic, I know!) and a serve of raisin toast. When I couldn't quite grasp the best word or phrasing, I could gaze out at the ocean for inspiration. I was able to write two scenes during that session, completing the first chapter of my new YA novel.
The next opportunity I have to write will be far less ideal, I'm sure. It's bound to be a spare (who has spare time these days?!) 30 minutes stolen away from the housework, or the other myriad, inane duties that pile up in a day. It may be sitting in my favourite chair in the living room, or on a park bench while I watch my children play (yes, it's the school holidays!).
But the important thing for me, and for all writers out there, is that I write. It doesn't need to be perfect, or profound, or even pretty. As long as I get my thoughts out onto paper, then that is enough for today. :)