Here at Bookish HQ,
I used to write at home. But with a beautiful two-year-old distraction at home [Laini's daughter, Clementine Pie], I now write in a café. Here, she has just said, “No mama go bye bye.” *sad face*
Skulking off with my laptop in my backpack. Since I walk to the café, the backpack is essential. I used to have a messenger bag and it just about killed my shoulder.
Right now, the walk is lovely. But this is Oregon. Much of the year umbrellas and raincoats are involved, and this year I vow to finally invest in essential Oregon gear: galoshes! Perhaps with polka dots.
Doo dah doo. Walking along. It’s morning by the way. Eight-ish.
I used to believe that I needed a perfectly quiet and controlled environment to write. I didn’t even listen to music. But necessity will teach you what you can and can’t do. It turns out, I can write in a café, as long as I take certain measures.
It has to be the right café. My current spot is big and quiet, with spacious tables and power outlets. Also, bonus: it has a stone tower.
Essential café writing equipment part I: coffee
“As soon as coffee is in your stomach, there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move. . . similes arise, the paper is covered. Coffee is your ally and writing ceases to be a struggle.” – Honore de Balzac
What he said.
Essential café writing equipment part II: Bose noise-cancelling headphones, which are kind of like a portable mini-world all your own. Nothing gets in.
I keep at it until 1 p.m., then make my way home. My husband works in the afternoon [he's an illustrator] while I take care of Clementine.
The day passes as days pass, and then, after Clementine falls asleep, I begin again and write as late as my brain allows, which sometimes isn’t very. We have recently moved so I don’t have a nice orderly writing space set up yet, but all you really need is something to write with/on and somewhere to sit.