"...a myth as ludicrous as the idea that there will ever be enough time to settle down to the business of writing. There is never enough time." Brilliantly put. I write anywhere and everywhere, and if there's nowhere to write o9r not really enough time, I write in my head and hope to remember it.
In fact, my wife always knows when I'm writing in my head:
Wife: I'm thinking of painting each wall in the house a different colour with huge contrasting polka dots.
I have too many little writing spots. I move from one spot to another. This is not the solution. Pen and paper. That’s all I really need. Just write. I am preaching to myself.
So on point. I was thinking about exactly this today after two moves from D.C in the Penn Quarter, where I lived downtown, had what I thought was the perfect writing space, had access to the main l library in gorgeous Mies Van Der Rohe designed building across the street but had become a sort of homeless shelter, but still museums steps away. Then we moved to Chicago and then LA, where I have a lovely writing space but no sidewalks and no Metro and miss the independence I had in DC. But then again: Can't I write anywhere and haven't I always done that since I quit my corporate job? Are we channeling, Nikki?
I could not agree more. We live in an apartment. My writing space is...take the 3 drawers out of the chest of drawers,put them under the bed. Bring a chair in and boom, I have a desk. Thanks for this 😇
Kitchen table... is my usual place.
I like your sentence, following the description of your space in your parents' home: "And I wrote."
That always has to come first, regardless of where.
Yep - could not agree more :)
"...a myth as ludicrous as the idea that there will ever be enough time to settle down to the business of writing. There is never enough time." Brilliantly put. I write anywhere and everywhere, and if there's nowhere to write o9r not really enough time, I write in my head and hope to remember it.
In fact, my wife always knows when I'm writing in my head:
Wife: I'm thinking of painting each wall in the house a different colour with huge contrasting polka dots.
Me: OK.
Wife: What are you writing about?
Love the drawings!
That is a great example of how the work of writing never really stops :) Polka dots, indeed!
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I have too many little writing spots. I move from one spot to another. This is not the solution. Pen and paper. That’s all I really need. Just write. I am preaching to myself.
That’s a good mantra… just write. :)
The couch by the living room window. So much happens out that window!
So on point. I was thinking about exactly this today after two moves from D.C in the Penn Quarter, where I lived downtown, had what I thought was the perfect writing space, had access to the main l library in gorgeous Mies Van Der Rohe designed building across the street but had become a sort of homeless shelter, but still museums steps away. Then we moved to Chicago and then LA, where I have a lovely writing space but no sidewalks and no Metro and miss the independence I had in DC. But then again: Can't I write anywhere and haven't I always done that since I quit my corporate job? Are we channeling, Nikki?
I could not agree more. We live in an apartment. My writing space is...take the 3 drawers out of the chest of drawers,put them under the bed. Bring a chair in and boom, I have a desk. Thanks for this 😇