where I went wrong

All these years, and I have never understood what creative writers do. Instead of shambling down to the kitchen and scrawling urgent, indecipherable notes on the shopping pad while the coffee brews, I could be preparing to work like the pros:

‘Take a single red rose, place in a vase on your desk. Smell it. Light aromatic candles. Anoint your body with your favourite oil. Put on a silk negligee and rub your hands up and down your body. Pour a glass of chilled white wine. Close your eyes and imagine Tom Selleck is making love to you. Start writing.’ (from)

Or maybe I should just change my writing paper to a brand that guarantees the essential work gets done.