I hate writing from home. I shouldn’t. I have a lovely office with light green walls, a cool rosewood desk, a nice bench with pillows, a record player with all my favorites, a sorta decent view from my window, and a door that closes. Trouble is, on the other side of that closed door is a house full of distractions. All just a few steps away. Housework, dogs to bathe, video games to play, the latest netflix disc to watch, a pantry full of snacks and my favorite – a sexy husband to hang out with. If I want to write more than a sentence or two, I have to leave home.
I wrote at the library for a quite a few years. I got a lot done but it was too damn quiet. About 4 years ago, I caved in and went the cliche route. The coffee house. We have quite a few here in my town. After visiting several, it came down to 2 favorites.
Out on the west side of town is Ikes. They have a zillion outlets to plug into, make the best Chai Lattes in town, and are across the street from a fantastic art house theater, The Loft. I always head out there with the intention of hitting one of the Loft’s foreign films after a long day of writing. I always lose track of time and work right through every showing.
One the east side of town, I have a favorite Starbucks shop near my house. There’s a nice little corner I can melt into and the hum of customers coming and going is like white noise. I can knock off a ten hour day without any problems and wrote a feature there last year in 6 weeks.
I have a friend who’s a playwright. He says he can only write in a noise free room in his house. I’d go completely crazy. What environment do you need to write comfortably? Leave a note in the comments below.
Write on,
Melissa
P.S.
I wrote this post from home. While I worked, I was distracted by these things: I vacuumed, did a load of laundry, played with the dogs, made breakfast for my husband and I, played with my rat, ate some almonds and tea, considered cleaning my office (we shot a fight scene in there a couple weeks ago and it’s still in a ravaged state) watched my rat eat part of an almond, went downstairs to make sandwiches then realized I’d left the bread out after breakfast and the dog ate it, sent some texts, posted on Google +, surfed the internet, got take out for lunch, watched Top Gear and last week’s Project Runway, played one of the crash games on the Wii, watched my rat run around her cage. (she’s an African soft fur rat and bites, so she stays in her cage) made dinner, went herping, watched the travel channel beach specials, walked the dogs, watched some Ice Road Truckers, let the dogs out and back in one more time before bed and did a read through of this post to catch any typos. I hope I got them all. Now, it’s 10:19 and I’m about to post. I started at 9 this morning. I should have gone to the coffee house.









