Ever wonder what a writer looks like when they're writing? I always pictured a slightly manic person, hunched over their keyboard and typing furiously while muttering weird phrases that no one could understand.
I can't speak for other authors, but I'm about as far from that as you can get. I do have an office, with a desk and a chair and lots of shelves and file cabinets, but that's not where I write. When my muse is co-operating, I can be found sitting on my big overstuffed sofa, feet up on the footstool in front of it. My laptop is open on my lap, and the cat is perched on the back of my neck, purring away. The dog is stretched out beside me and occasionally nudges my arm to reminding me I'm allowed to pet her.
I guess I'm lucky because I live alone, except for my menagerie. Even though I'm sitting right out in the open, in the middle of the house, no one interrupts me by turning on the television or running through the room screaming. I'm not motivated to jump up and answer the phone just because it's ringing, and I don't live in town, so wandering salesmen are few and far between. I can spend hours in decadent comfort while pounding out the day's word count.
I console myself with the fact that at least I'm generally not still in my pajamas, like some people I've heard of. That's less because of good habits and more because I need to take the dog for a long run in the morning or she won't let me sit still and write. I like to refer to her as my little exercise program.
So there you have it, the writing habits of an erotic romance author.