30 Days of Writing: Day Six

Where are you most comfortable writing? At what time of day? Computer or good ol’ pen and paper?

My absolute favorite place to write is in coffee shops, though I don’t get to do this as often as I’d like.  The grinding of the espresso machines and background chatter sends me into a zone where I can lose track of time writing. 

I’m a night person so the ideal writing time for me is night/early morning when my third wind has kicked in.  Since work life makes vampire hours not the best choice, I find myself writing at a variety of different times.  Early morning is harder because my brain doesn’t snap completely awake until later in the morning.

On Jon’s blog, he had the cool idea to do a hand written post.  That idea took me back to the high school and college memories of composition books, spiral notebooks and bookstore-bound journals filled with my poems and stories.  That’s what writers did – we wandered around with pen and paper in our bags, at the ready for when a moment or idea struck and needed to be recorded.  I thought nothing of writing page after page by hand.  I could cross out passages or circle and arrow mark others to be moved.  Write in the margins.  I had a habit of rewriting favorite song lyrics or poems on the inside front and back covers (Emily Dickenson’s Parting and Prince’s The Cross are two I remember using). 

I’m not sure if my writing flows better with a pen in hand or fingers on my keyboard.  I carry around a mini-journal in my purse and other notebooks in my writing bag.  When an idea strikes, that is what I reach for to record it.  Yet my laptop is what I now perch at when actually writing.  It could be a matter of convenience – I type faster than I write longhand.  Typing first also alleviates having to decipher pages of my chicken scrawl later.  Editing while writing is also quicker and easier with technology.

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Day 13: NaHoCleMo – Overwhelmed

You can take a look at my time tracker (along right side bottom of blog) and see the piddly mess I have accomplished.  Those minutes are just from some basic laundry (had two bags to get through after my crazy last few weeks) and scrubbing my tub twice after the bleach I used stained it (don’t ask).  Early this morning, I opened up one of my trunks and hauled out a batch of winter clothes.  Now that pile is sitting on top of another trunk waiting for me to a) put summer clothes into the empty trunk, b) put away the winter stuff, c) open up another trunk and d) shift and repeat. 

Why am I babbling about these trunks?  Because the need to address them and the clothes I need to get out and put away are standing in the way of my main NaHoCleMo project – the bookshelves.  My life the past few weeks has been so busy and the piles have not moved and part of me feels like just surrendering to the recliner to watch old horror movies (Saw II is on tap next) and wish it all away.  (Staring at the laptop screen.)  Yes, that is my truth right now.

Have you ever had that moment when you had so much to do and couldn’t seem to start?

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