Everyone has a preferred place to write. Sometimes it’s a bit of the kitchen table, on the deck with the laptop, at the library, Starbucks, or in “A Room of Ones Own.”
I have a beautiful (if cluttered) office in my home. It has an antique rosewood spinnet that has been converted into a computer desk, a 1920s library table as my everything-else desk, and a comfy but unremarkable desk chair.
There’s a cozy, sized-perfectly-for-me reading chair next to a sunny window.
I have inspirational pictures and posters, purposely chosen tchotchkes, and soothing forest green walls.
For the last several years I have found this perfect office to be darn near impossible to write in. So where do I write? It changes on a regular basis.
Sometimes I write on my living room couch or in my husband’s ugly but muy comfortable recliner, but that requires the family to be out of the house. That doesn’t happen often this time of year, especially now that my daughter gets out of school the end of April. Sometimes I write at the breakfast counter… again, only good when the fam isn’t home.
Lately, though, I’ve been writing here:
I’ve been meeting up once or twice a week with my friend Phyllis Haislip and enjoying the hubbub and hospitality of Tasha and her crew at the recently re-opened Coffee Beanery Cafe as we work on our books. For some reason the quiet busyness of the place, accompanied by good coffee (iced, please!), a writing friend who is way better than I am at staying focused, and the fact that it is bad form to roam a restaurant when I should be writing, combines to make me very, very productive. In an hour or an hour and a half there I can get written what would take me several hours at home in my perfect office. Of course, the other plus about writing outside of the house is that all the chores and easy procrastination enablers (can you say TV?) aren’t available.
Focus is the rule of the day… or the hour, anyway.
So where do you prefer to write?
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