You know my favorite place to write? In a quiet hotel room. Alone.
It rarely happens, but when it does, I can suck the life out of a few hours.
Thanks to my mom watching the kids, I snuck away out of town with my husband. He had business to do, so he dropped me off at a hotel, and I wrote and revised and revised and revised.
When I finally got the revision done, I sent the weakest part to my critique group for further suggestions, and I ate chocolate.