I have a writing desk in the second floor bedroom. From my desk I can see out the window, looking east, across the top part of the lawn . The room with the desk and the window are in an old farmhouse at the end of a dead end road in the middle of nowhere . The middle of nowhere is in this instance located in western Wisconsin, about 7 miles from the Mississippi River and 5 miles from the Chippewa River. Neither of these rivers is visible from the window.
I spend a lot of time, when I should be writing, looking out the window. Almost always I write about what I see out my window.
