Have you ever walked into a room and thought “…I can’t write here?”

I’m a mover. I always like to visit people and places. I also love taking my laptop or tablet along and tippity-typing away in cute little coffee shops, friends’ houses, etc. But this willingness to try new writing locales has busted as much as it’s banked.

There are some places I just can’t write.

Maybe the atmosphere is too dark. Maybe there’s not enough natural light. Maybe the place just give me the heebie-jeebies. Maybe...