I’ve always fantasized about being able to write at cute cafés or under an umbrella at the beach. But noise (even music without lyrics) doesn’t work well for me. So when I write, I usually camp out on our sofa in the sunny garden room or my upstairs office. Both spots have big windows, so I like looking at the sky every once in a while to watch the birds swoop by. Sometimes, a group of small, green parrots flies by – boy, are they noisy! Their chatter makes me laugh. They like to gossip while they fly. And that’s exactly what I’d do if I were a bird.
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