As I begin this entry, you should know this is not the first attempt, but the fourth. If this word processor were a pad of paper, you would see three crumpled, yellow wads lying around a wicker wastebasket, indicating a slump in writing and trash can shooting abilities. If you're wondering about the paper color, I happen to like yellow legal pads. If you're curious as to why the wastebasket is wicker, let me try to explain.

Instead of sitting in this dark, generic computer chair, in front of this massive monitor, typing on this black keyboard in a nondescript room, I'd rather envision myself writing outside on a bungalow porch. It would have a white wicker swing with a hibiscus-patterned cushion and pillows. There would be a coffee table and a wicker wastebasket by the white railing. A calming view of lush greenery (or possibly a sandy beach) would greet me as I gazed off and tried to piece together thoughts and phrases or paused to take a sip of freshly roasted coffee.

This isn't to say that a world of wicker would be the ideal setting for writing or relaxing, but it fits my current mood. For right now, it's my happy place of choice and a pleasant hiding spot from my self-censor.