I’m a creature of habit and tend to do the same things every day. Spontaneity visits me on rare occasions. With regard to writing, I prefer to write in the morning hours. But sometimes I write in the evenings.
At home, I usually listen to some music quietly in the background. The music often is instrumental relaxing piano or jazz. Sometimes it’s just old pop rock favorites from my youth. Whatever the music, it’s set at a low decibel so that I can concentrate on my story and what scenes and words are formulating in my mind to be transcribed by my hand scribbling with a pencil onto paper.
Last Wednesday, I did something I’d never done before. I took my notebook to the waiting room of the dentist while my son had his teeth cleaned and a couple tiny baby teeth removed for the start of upcoming orthodontic work. My iPhone was dragging at a low battery level, so I’d left it in the car to charge (I don’t think it really charged much, though…unfortunately, it’s just about time to upgrade my phone). I brought my notebook and a positive attitude of putting down words in sentences for my next chapter, but when I got into the office and checked in, I wasn’t sure I could do it. There were three people sitting kitty corner to where my son and I sat, and were chattering up a storm, at a loud volume, and the country music (not a fan, by the way) practically blaring through the speakers in the room challenged my ability to concentrate.
Nevertheless, I immediately opened up my spiral book where I’d left off with my last notes and started writing two or three words, and it took off from there. The talking, the music all faded away as I delved into my characters’ lives and the conversations they were having and the thoughts they were mulling over. Three times–twice by the hygienist and once by the dentist himself–said my name, which brought me out of my fictional world to answer them and discuss my son’s cleaning and then the extractions. In that hour and twenty or so minutes, I managed to write up a chapter and a half. I had to close up my notebook when my son’s dental work was done and head home.
I am amazed by the amount of writing I got done in such din and in a spot I hadn’t thought I’d be able to focus to write anything. On the contrary! I accomplished more, it seems, at a waiting office than I have on average in the comfort of my own home! I need to do that more often! Maybe next time I’ll go to Barnes and Noble, find a cozy spot, and write to my heart’s content. I can’t imagine what glorious dialogue, scenes, etc. I’d write at a beautiful vacation spot!
I’m guessing you’ve already written outside, or in other places than your home. I’m just late to the party. Questions:
1) Where do you usually write?
2) Do you write outside of your home?
3) Where do you write outside of your home?
4) Do you feel the outside atmosphere a good creative writing space?
5) What have been your experiences?
If by some odd chance you’ve not ventured outside your home to write in some other building or out in nature, do give it a try!
What a fabulous discovery! You learn something every day. 🙂