I am not sure I really have writing habits,yet.
All day long I take mentally notes about what I feel and what I do but only in the morning I sit down at the desk in our home office and write.
A nice hot cup of coffee to keep me going and my dogs snoring at my feet to keep me company.
I like this little room ,it’s cosy and warm .It s a room to work,to produce.
Sometimes ,unfortunately,the time during the day is very tight so I write in the evening ,in bed.This is a setting that I particularly enjoy because it brings me totally out of reality.
My bedroom has always been my space,the only room in the house to be only mine ,(and my husband of course).No kids allowed.
Despite the fact I am tired, I noticed that when I start writing in the evening I completely loose track of time and sometime I keep going until my eyes shut defeated by tiredness .
Truly Madly Ordinary 
I just read most of your posts and find them delightful. My blog is far from famous and it started slowly-but I write because I must write-and it becomes a journal for my children and grandchild at any rate. I also have found blogging really inspires self reflection. Keep writing-and best wishes! I look forward to hearing from you-oh Make an “about page”-folks like it.
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And of course,every suggestion is more then welcomed 😊
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well. people helped me and still do-your daily accounts are quite worthy and i do not want you to think otherwise.
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Thank you .i ll keep going if not for the crowd for myself,as I find it so soothing, and for people like you.
Looking forward your next post.
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awwh-this is the beginning of something beautiful thank you!
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Thank you you are very kind and encouraging.
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I just found your comment at the Rabbit Patch. Congratulations on starting your blog! I got hooked a couple of years ago and have not regretted it. I would love to follow you, but I don’t see a clickable button to do so. Am I blind? There is probably another way to do it, but I must get dinner on the table for my husband and grandson.
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