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Anyone can write anywhere with the proper tools. These are my tools.

First, I need something with which to write - that's my Chromebook.

It's a lightweight Google-powered laptop that is cheap and easy to use. The more that I've used mine - an Acer c720 - the better that I like it. Why? Less excuses to monkey around with software, apps, and other things. That's not to say that I still don't - the browser is just a keyboard shortcut or touchpad click away - but it makes it easier to jump right in to the actual writing. Less distractions, more time to bang out words.

Second, I need something to spur some thinking and inspiration - that's my Nespresso.


Technically, it's my wife's Nespresso machine, courtesy of Chritmas gift-giving. But it's the quickest path to a great coffee - stick in a pod and 20 seconds later, you have a hot, tasty coffee or espresso. Add a little sugar from the friendly Alessi dispenser, and voila' - you are caffeinated and in business.

Finally, I need someone with whom to bounce ideas and keep me motivated - that's Ruby.


She makes sure that I'm in my seat typing, and she takes care of the napping. She also reminds me when it's break time to stretch my legs and get some exercise. She's a pretty good supervisor but sometimes succumbs a little too much to nap time. Oh well, you can't have it all.


  

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