Raven says, write where you can not where you think you should…
Now before you all ask me what planet I’m on and go hunting for medication I do mean where on this occasion.
Where as in inside, outside, the study the bed, the downstairs loo?
In front of a blank wall, a picture window or by a pool with a glass of wine. (I do rather favour that one myself.) On a plane, (oh yes, every time) a train or a bus.
Music on or in silence.
Where, to some people matters. I accept that to some of you, you can’t get distracted so have to look at a wall. Or need a view for inspiration.
Or like me you can blank out the word and write anywhere.
And honestly, what does it matter? There is no one way to sit and write. I swear one of these days I’m going to sub a story called bathroom floors I have sat upon and typed. On our travels, if we’re in a hotel and I’m awake before hubby, (as usual) I take my pillows and a bathrobe into the bathroom and write in there. Then I don’t wake him up.
I write on long haul flights, in airport lounges and yes by a pool with a glass of wine.
And of course more often than not at my desk.
I personally like a view, if I have the chance. Knowing there’s something lovely to look at, I tend not to. But, if I’m somewhere with no view, I have a habit of getting up to find one.
Until I get into the zone, and then I could be anywhere. I’m lucky, I can block of the TV, birdsong, noisy tourists lost in the lane, kids in a swimming pool and the drone of plane engines.
I never block off those magic words, would you like a glass of wine, though.
So, the upshot of this blog is don’t let anyone tell you where you should write. Or that there is a ‘right’ way regarding where to write.
Love Raven xx
(Writing on her laptop, sitting in a garden chair, shaded by a garden umbrella, by the pond with yes, you’ve guessed it, a glass of wine.)