Writer’s life

He had the advantage of the attic room, unlike his brother, who chose a room on the first floor, which was originally a library. Well, the library stayed there, but the mother's study had to move to the attic. For a moment, my mother was bland, that this move would completely decide her writing rhythm, but in the end she was glad to have gotten the sunny room right there. Unlike most attic rooms, this one had a total of six roof windows, so the bedroom, although not spacious, was beautifully sunny.
If my mother spent a lot of time in the library now, she won't move from the attic. Perhaps this is because the deadline for the publisher threatened her, but she had entrusted herself a few weeks ago that she was approaching the complete conclusion of her latest novel. No one had ever noticed her that she was so concerned about the attic.