Confession
Much of this last revision before sending my dissertation to the readers on the committee is consisting of frantic JSTOR and MLA International Bibliography searches to find, in response to "you need to cite a source here" comments, articles that support passing observations I made in my chapters based on common knowledge and my own personal experience and reflection.
Also: I'm thinking constantly about people who did a lot of writing, sometimes under adverse conditions. Sylvia Plath did a lot of writing, some of it with two small children (when applying for grants, she figured babysitting costs into the budget, according to an essay in my edition of The Bell Jar). Ernest Hemingway supposedly wrote The Sun Also Rises in six weeks, though that one is somewhat spurious. It inspires me, at any rate.
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Writing and children
I wrote much of my last paper in parks and at the pool. I'd take my kids there, let them play, pull out a pen, a legal pad, and a book or two, and get to work.
Not that I considered these to be "adverse conditions," but I did miss the laptop I once used when writing around the kids. (It belonged to the company I worked for, and they made me give it back when I stopped working there.)
Two Cultures