The advice to “just write, keep on writing,” does apply sometimes. But I think we, who have experience in such matters, know those times when we see them.
We also need a place to write — the proverbial money and a room of one’s own. I might own this Brazilian house, for now, in a more real way than I own my own house.
Axé.
coldhearted scientist وداد 
A ROOM. Yes. I love love love love love my library carrel. I would get nothing done without it. When I try to procrastinate in here, I get distracted into doing my work by all the marvelous books on the shelves. Speaking of which, ahora, la guerra civil espanyola…
Yes, the room is really important. I haven’t really had one since leaving my flat on Banks Street in New Orleans — until getting to this house in Brazil, I now realize. I simply have to look out on peace and openness.