Your Write Place
My favorite place to write has changed a lot over the years mostly to do my age, financial situation, and the amount of garbage I have rumbling through my mind at any given time. When I first started writing at the tender age of seven, I was so captivated by my newfound gift that anywhere there was a notebook, a pen or pencil and a place to sit down was my favorite place. Back then, without the weight of the world to drag my thoughts down, I could block out everything and the words fell from my mind to the paper like magic.
That remained steady almost all the way through high school. Anywhere I could be sit, I could push away distractions and the words would fall. Then, somehow, the world got busy. I got married. I became a father. I started working not to buy toys, but to make ends meet, to support a family. With all that came something I had never experienced before…distractions that I couldn’t easily make go away. Suddenly, for the first time ever, I needed a place to write.
Those places have varied over the years, of course. In the days of pen and paper or typewriter, it was a spare room, usually one with a door where I could lock everything out for just a little while and coax life out of and into the characters I created. Mostly it was a spare bedroom but once, when the rooms were full, it was our kitchen with the sliding door closed and the manual typewriter on board supported by two trashcans. A towel under the manual kept the noise to a minimum.
Once the personal computer came into being, my writing place became limited to wherever the computer was setup which was often times in the same room as the television. Of course with the PC came the internet and the ability to download music. My personal favorite music to block out the surrounding world is instrumental based, mood type music. The headphones and the music take the world away and I fall into that gray area between my ears where all things are possible.
Eventually the mecca arrived for all writers, myself included. The laptop. This was the most convenient, most powerful thing every invented for the writer. Once again, just like in the days of pen, pencil, and paper, I could go anywhere I needed to go to write. Since the headphones and mood music of above applied, it meant that anywhere I could find a place to sit was a writing place as long as there was an outlet or the life in my battery. I could write in the living room while my wife watched television. Or I could write in the back of the car while we traveled. One of my favorite places to write is on an airplane or in the airport waiting for that plane to arrive.
With all that being said, with all the evolution of my writing places over the years, I do have a preferred place to write when I am at home. I have a covered deck with a fireplace. Wind chimes out on the porch seem to always be singing on the wind and the view from this place, for me, is fantastic. It eases my mind and the words flow.
What is your write place?