Awhile back, Kyle and I had a talk about how I should be spending my time as a writer. He encouraged me not to be so held down by the idea that I should be making money instead of writing what I really want to write (fiction, essays, things that are hard to sell, etc.). So, I am celebrating this for a week by having what I call Artist Colony Week.

Remember how I came to the conclusion that I don’t need an artist colony because I can write any time and anywhere as it is? That is what I am doing this week. In a tent. In my backyard.

This week, every day, I will be in my backyard writing fiction. No phone or distractions, just me and my laptop (and the Internet still–addict!), and fiction and storyboards and the ottoman from the living room to lean against. And blankets. And my cat when he is in the mood.

I know it is a little silly to write in a tent, but it is also fun. I like sitting out there with the wind going over the tent and the birds chirping. It’s peaceful and private and inducing to concentration. And hey, the view is nice.

Top of the tent.

Front of the tent.

View when emerging from the tent last night.

Food for thought: Someone else who sat in his backyard to write.