Some people write alone, some people write in a kind of group-workshop/brainstorming kind of scenario with junk food and cigarette breaks and too much coffee and arguments about pacing and occasional violent outbreaks of the giggles. 

Today? Me? Funny you should ask.

I've been working in a lovely room in Bendigo, from which I can observe - and be observed by - a giant lazy kangaroo lying on its side in the sun. The kangaroo's major concern is lying about for hours at a time twitching flies away from its huge beautiful ears and chewing occasionally on whatever it can find nearby.

I am, of course, in much the same position. 

Writing with a friend is nice.