Yesterday I came up with the best place to write. I should say my husband did. He had to clean out our gutters and he wanted some company. So I put my notebook and pen in my sweatshirt pocket (the pocket is big and the notebook is small) and I climbed up the ladder. I'll have to say, writing on the roof was great. I could look around and see everything and there was no one to bother me. I would have stayed up there longer but we had other chores to do. Where is the weirdest place you have written?

Published by Nichole Quade