I’m A Writer. Everywhere Is My Workspace.
I know writers who are terribly organized. They have a set place where they do their writing – a desk, a corner, a nook. They have their things set out and they put their head in their work and away they go.
I even have a friend who has an entire house for writing. I’m not making that up. It’s a tiny little house and it’s her personal retreat and I’m so envious when she talks about it I could gnash my teeth.
But I don’t work that way. I usually start off at my kitchen table (if I happen to be kid-free) and end up on my loveseat with my lap desk (my couch is hella uncomfortable). Then I get frustrated because I’m getting derailed by all the stuff that needs get done like laundry and vacuuming and a dozen other projects. That’s when I head out the door and go to Wegman’s or Panera and I sit and I work.
In and around all that, I’m scribbling in a notebook I keep in my nightstand drawer, or the one in my purse, or a napkin, or taking notes on my phone. Writing doesn’t stop just because I don’t have a desk and a laptop. I’ve learned to jot down whatever I’ve got percolating or it ends up lost.
And then I sit down somewhere, with a pile of paper scraps and a laptop with four flash drives around me, and I try to pull it all together into something cohesive. And coherent. The jury’s out on that one.
What about you? Do you have a dedicated writing place? Or do you go with the flow, like me?
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