Some people need to write in a specific location...their office, the local Starbucks, or maybe a cabin in the mountains. Me, I can write just about anywhere.
As long as I'm wearing my writing pants.
But the pants -as you have now seen- are not pretty, and therein lies problem #1. I run the risk of embarrassing my kids when their friends come to the door, and I answer it wearing toxic-green, flannel, penguin pajama pants. In August. However, I'm terribly committed to my craft. No amount of whining is going to make me give them up.
The second problem is trickier. I have exactly one pair. They're faded, worn thin, and stretched to perfection. My biggest challenge, the thing I dread most is *gulp*... laundry day. That's several hours out of every week that my writing pants are simply unavailable. If my muse strikes during that time...well, there's nothing to be done for it.
The power of the pants is mystical indeed. Who would have guessed you could find such a priceless rarity at Old Navy for just $14.99?