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Location, location, location

Posting from my parents' house right now. (We had to leave the apartment for the day due to the continuing--but gradually being resolved--issues.) Brought my laptop and managed to get a few pages written but... it just isn't the same. I find it a lot harder to get into that creative zone anywhere outside my usual writing space. *Editing* is not so bad, but the actual making things up...

How about you? Do you have a certain place or places that you prefer to be in when you write? Or can you write just about anywhere just as easily?

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robinellen
Apr. 24th, 2009 06:29 pm (UTC)
I have to be in the right frame of mind...and certain places do help that (like B&N or my office while the kiddos are having quiet time). I hope your issues are resolved SOON!
megancrewe
Apr. 27th, 2009 04:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Hopefully we won't have to vacate the apartment again, but it'll take a while to get all the stuff that's had to be moved around back in place (all my kids/YA and reference books are boxed right now :P ).
akabins
Apr. 25th, 2009 02:05 am (UTC)
That's a tough one for me. I only write well at home after my boyfriend has gone to sleep and has stopped antagonizing me utterly and completely. After that, I usually need to run through a few rounds of solitaire or free-cell, and then I'm good to go until I'm tired.

Sometimes I get a lot of work done at my signature Starbucks, but I am sometimes distracted by watching the baristas make drinks or, because we are all now very well acquainted, gabbing about whatever. My attention span pretty much sucks, haha.
megancrewe
Apr. 27th, 2009 04:18 pm (UTC)
Well, it is pretty hard to write when other people are around, I find! People watching is an excellent writer skill, after all. You're just practicing it. ;)
(Anonymous)
Apr. 26th, 2009 07:04 am (UTC)
I had a place that put me in the zone...
I had this old apartment in an ancient building. The wall were made of plaster and I had one of those old pipe hearts that really sucks the life out of you when you try to adjust it to get the temp just right. But the colors of the walls in every room were just amazing. And I had this oversized cherry red leather chair with a black ottoman in my living room that was painted, and I quote, "Mickey Mouse red". I often drug the chair into my kitchen which was painted the most neon of greens with stark white cabintes, very little ambient light, black floor tiles, and finished with a bright orange shag throw rug. That is where I set up shop. I would put my chair in one corner, the ottoman close enough to stretch out my legs, and turn on the hallway light that was just bright enough to keep me awake but dim enough to keep me focused. I'd sit in the chair, pour a glass of rose of Cabernet, lite up one of my writting cigarettes( a vanilla cigarette that I would puff on during writers block while I pondered my next move) and prop my laptop um on my lap and write away. It was an atmospere free of distractions, but full of a certain vibe and energy that kept me motivated even when I wasn't sure where I wanted to go next with my story. When it didn't work I went down to Laramie and 31th st where a local artist had an industrial studi apartment. he worked his business out of it. I would sneek in and sit at his chair. It was an old school chair from back in the fiftys or sixtys I think. It was the kind of chair with the table and chair connected. But the most important thing about the chair was the location. It sat right next to the window looking down on all of Laramie St. You could catch a refreshing breeze, relax, and get inspired by the things you could see and people you walkign by and everything happening outside that amazing window. He called it the thinking chair, and it worked. You never walked away with out a new idea or plot or character or unerstand or something in you head. That place would be my heaven, the place I could spend an eternal amount of days just sitting at the inspiring desk watching inspiring people walk by doing their own thing. Granted, it didn't posses the charm fo my kitchen, but it had character.
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