Some writers do it standing up. Others do it lying down. Most, however, write while sitting, and where they do it is interesting.
Connie Willis works at Starbucks, in long hand.
Ellen Klages, when on a tight deadline, retires to a rustic lodge several states away.
A military-SF writer I know works on the back porch, in all weathers. He wears fingerless gloves when it's cold.
Terry Bisson works on a no-frills bench in his garage.
And, I learned yesterday, Greg Bear and Neal Stephenson and Mark Teppo work on the on-line experimental fiction project THE MONGOLIAD in a building that also houses a circus school. I hadn't known that Seattle even has a circus school. Mark gave Leslie Howle, of Clarion West, and me a tour. "It has interesting things to watch when you're on break," Mark said. Here, for instance, are trapeze artists warming up:
In contrast, my own working quarters seem prosaic: I work on a desk in the living room. I share these quarters with Jane Austen, here shown with the new desk I just bought her. If Jane were selling more copies, perhaps she could not only buy her own desk, but also pony up more of the rent.
Where do YOU write?