Step into My Office
I've been told that 95% of the internet1 is pictures of cats, food, and people's computers. So here's my contribution. Behold my workspace.
This is where I tend to write when I'm at home. It's the armchair in the living room, with a cheap shelf slung across the arms to make a desk just big enough to hold my laptop and a mug of steamy caffeinated goodness.
Not pictured is my animal familiar, Samizdat, who was engaged in other business at the time of the photo shoot.
The tiny screen of the Macbook somehow works better for my writing than the mammoth desktop computer in the home office. Perhaps that's because I can't multislack as efficiently on the smaller screen. I also find it easier to turn off the internet, making the Macbook into what I need it to be: a word processor. Working here, I can usually hit my goal of 2000 words a day. In other, more "normal" environments, like coffeeshops and libraries, I'm lucky to hit 1000.
Why is this? I can't really say. But it works for me. If you're a writer or other type of creator facing a brain block, think about finding new surroundings or a different work setup. Don't feel you need to work in an office-shaped space. Or that you need to conform to anyone's expectations on how people should work. If you create best while hanging upside down from one of these back-stretcher machines, good for you. Weird for you, yeah. But if writers weren't weird, they wouldn't be writers.
1 The non-pr0n bit of the internet, that is.