I Need a Nook

So now that I'm on a roll here, I had an epiphany today.

I need a writing nook - nothing fancy, just somewhere in my house where I can go to write in peace, and thus, not suffer that godawful encroaching noise from the TV eyelid twitch anymore. Have you ever had your eyelid twitch? Let me tell you, it's MADDENING - like some invisible little man is standing on the end of your nose going all Bear Grylls down a mountain from the other end of an equally invisible miniature grappling hook, sunk into you lid just so. One of these days I'm telling you, I'm going to be trying to think, and distracted by some Bart Simpson monologue about the fineries of Jockey style underpants, will whack completely the hell out and take a kitchen chair to that incessantly prating box.

You see the urgency of said nook.

Anyway, most of the time I write either early in the morning or late at night when everyone is asleep, but lately, I've been getting ideas in between waiting for the grill to heat up for dinner and throwing the chicken on. Great timing, I know, but hey, who's complaining.

So yeah, the search is on. There has to be somewhere around here that's not too far out of the way for me to just scoot into for 10 minutes to scratch something out [or, publicly rant about needing a nook] before it poofs into oblivion. Suffice it to say, boys and girls, the family room couch right in front of blathering CNN or Andrew Zimmerman or the Dirty Jobs guy is officially not going to work anymore.

Oh hey, maybe they'll have something on that home improvement show about it... is that on TLC??