Do you have a special space you’ve designated as your “writing place”? Circumstances have caused mine to change through the years, but I’m always aware that I need a place away from home, or at least out of the house, to do my best writing.
For me, the perfect place is not a big comfy chair, where I’m likely to get sleepy and doze off; or beside my garden pond, where I’m liable to see a weed that needs to be pulled or a leaf that needs to be dipped off the surface; or any place where I’m likely to end up putting my writing aside to take care of something else. While those places work fine for journal writing, for more serious writing and editing, I have to get away from home.
During the summer months, I enjoy taking pen and paper to the park. But Midwest winters are far too cold to spend much time outdoors, so my favorite winter writing places have evolved from the local mall (which was demolished in the name of progress several years ago), to fast food restaurants and coffee shops, with or without WiFi.
I can name most of my favorite works that I’ve finished writing in places other than home – one Christmas poem, in particular, that I’d been asked to write. I was having a horrible time even coming up with an idea and was getting nowhere with it at home. So, when I told my husband I needed to go to the mall, he knew it was not for shopping. He dropped me off at the mall several times during the Christmas rush, always anxious to hear what I had accomplished when he picked me up. For some reason that I can’t explain, the hustle and bustle of shoppers, along with the background noise, inspired me, and I was finally able to finish the poem by the Christmas deadline.
In addition, I wrote and edited the final chapters of Snaps, Scraps & Snippets of the Past and Present during several visits to a local fast food restaurant. At first, the early morning crowd of coffee drinkers was curious to know what I was doing there so early, and what I was writing. Now they have accepted the fact that I come here to write (yes, I’m here right now), and some of them have even purchased my book.
A disabled friend who lives in a different state mentioned that she’d like to find a place away from home to write but that there are no WiFi places near her, and she has no one to transport her any distance. At my suggestion of a public library, she said she hadn’t thought of that, but that her local library is close enough for her to get there on her own, and now she does.
For a glimpse into my books, Snaps, Scraps & Snippets of the Past and Present, and Light for the Burning Soul, please visit my website as http://loisjfunk.com and feel free to leave a comment.