Have favorites for writing (and guard them carefully)
I have a favorite pencil. The outside is a shimmering blue. It makes me feel like writing every time I pick up this particular pencil.
Furthermore, on my work table sits a collection of carefully chosen objects. At one end is a kindly hedgehog wearing a red cotton dress and a checked apron. Every hour of the day, her arms are outstretched and she welcomes me with her round black eyes.
Just north and east of this friend is a miniature clay barn. The barn’s roof is rust-colored and the little walls have a definite sway to them, as if they had been moved by a breeze.
On the far side of my work table is a glittering wand with stars and moons strewn inside. It is kept for moments when magic is required in a story.