Your manuscript is both good and original; but the part that is good is not original, and the part that is original is not good. – Dr. Samuel Johnson, to an aspiring writer
After thinking and writing about why I write (and if you haven’t read that yet, you should do that right now, right here), it was time to write about the space I write in. Keep in mind that I’m still following WordPress’ plan for a successful and engaging blog.
This suggestion seemed interesting enough, so why not?
First, I must admit that at the moment I don’t have a full-time job, I do go to work but only two or three times a week. But before you feel sorry for me, just so you know, a part of me really needed this break.
Now why am I stating this? Well, because that would explain why I’m always in bed when I’m writing on this blog (including this post).
I am under my warm sheets, my laptop on the breakfast-in-bed tray. I use an optical mouse because my mac’s trackpad is literally dying. My mouse pad is the cutest: a drawing of a cat with Sheldon Cooper’s favorite cat song. The TV is turned on – a local political talk show, to be precise. I’m not really listening to it, but somehow it makes me focus.
A couple of years back, I was studying in the US and I had to present a new writing assignment every week. For a reason I can’t explain, I was only able to write in a loud Chinese laundromat. I tried to write at home, at a café, in the subway but in vain. It didn’t work for me – not in the States at least.
Obviously it all started by accident: I was really late on my deadline and I was running out of clean clothes. So I went there, started the washing machine, sat in a quite corner, took my notebook and it was just like magic. I remember how easy it was, words and ideas were just flowing effortlessly.
Unfortunately, today, I’m 5,600 miles away from that laundromat. And until I find my next space of endless inspiration, I have to stick to my bed. But I’m sure going to a trendy coffee shop every now and then won’t hurt.