This is a photograph of Earnest Hemingway's writing desk in his Key West home.
Notice the small table and chair, a typewriter, and a room full of books.
I don't see a radio, a phone, a computer, or any board games to distract him.
So ... today I put it to the test. I took my laptop to a different room in our home. Plugged in my laptop, closed the blinds, pulled up the footstool to one of these rockers and assumed the typing position.
It didn't take long before my thoughts poured out and before I knew it, those 81 little words I worked so hard on yesterday grew into 582 and a decent first chapter.