I do best on rainy days when I have quiet time, by myself. My Siamese cat, Anhi, loves to go upstairs with me; she curls up on on a fluffy sheepskin while I’m working on Book 2, A Bitter Wind Blows.
I wish I could write in a linear fashion, one chapter after another, but out-of-sequence scenes occur to me, and the dialogue writes itself in my head. I have to get it down while it’s fresh, even though the action may not take place until later in the story. That’s why I have “Chapter X,” “Chapter Y” and, now, “Chapter Z.”
The trick is to work them in and add a precursor or a comment or some foreshadowing earlier in the book, so the transition will be fluid.