Arthur Miller built this shed (he was a proficient carpenter), and after he completed it he went inside and wrote "Death of a Salesman" in six weeks.
The interior is typical of many writers' sheds: isolated, pristine, spare, without distractions.
The best I have ever seen was John Le Carre's (the author of "Tinker Tailor, Spy" fame):
If you think I'm going to show you mine, think again. It doesn't qualify. I share a writing room with my husband. Marv writes nonfiction at one end of the room; I write fiction at the other end. We write standing up, even though rolling chairs wander around the center of the room . Surrounding us, studding the walls, is a printer, fax machine, copy machine, and multiple telephones, and a radio that plays music all day. Books line the walls, our desks are cluttered with notes, and spaghetti wires weave along the bottom walls.
I once asked my girlfriend Joni Gordon (deceased) how she can have privacy in a house with a fultime housekeeper. She replied, "Privacy comes from within."
I am at work at my desk, on my new book, AFTER TWENTY YEARS, which is a collection. The collection includes a novella with the same name as the book's title, four short stories, and one flash fiction. I am doing the final edit, and am quite excited.