Ann Patchett on Creating the Work Space You Need ‹ Literary Hub

But then my right shoulder began its incremental journey upwards, creeping in the direction of my right ear. After writing all morning, I would meet a friend for lunch. "Did you do something to your shoulder?" my friend would ask. I looked over and there it was, chin level. I looked like I was holding a phone between my shoulder and ear but without the phone. I consciously eased it down. My husband never asked about my creeping shoulder, he just tapped it lightly whenever he passed, reminding me that I was askew.