Everyone knows how a writer creates a masterpiece. They hibernate in secluded woodsy cabins, channeling Thoreau, as they cuddle next to a roaring fire, penning profound theories, and communing with nature. Some writers become recluses, hoarding poetry in self-bound volumes, and sharing their creations with select friends and family members. Writer’s block frustrations are drowned in alcohol and bad behavior. Today’s modern incarnations haunt coffee shops, with laptops, and earbuds as they compose caffeinated diatribes.
There is no perfect writing space. The challenge of putting words, sentences, and thoughts on a page is also what makes the process so rewarding. I scribble ideas on napkins, sales receipts, and the back of parking tickets. I pound my fingers on the keyboard while sitting in hospital rooms, doctor’s offices, and waiting areas. Notes appear on my phone when the mechanic repairs my car, and during quiet moments at boring social events.
I have found a little difficulty, the test of a struggle, helps hone my resolve and forces me to dig deeper, concentrate on my assigned task, and do the work. Some days I am happy to perch on my milk crate, with my laptop balanced on my knees. None of it matters when the narrative flows. Time stops, reality recedes, and for a while, I live in the fantasy.
Do you have a favorite place to write?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer