For years I've insisted that there was no right "place" for me when it comes to writing. Inside, outside. In a car, on a plane. At the library, at my parents house. In a hotel. On the bed. In the tub. I could write anywhere.
Then I came here, and I realized that I was wrong, sort of.
Yes, I can write anywhere, but I've never written like this before. Normally, I consider 2,000 words a day fantastic, but in two days here I've written over 13,000 without even having to try.
For the past couple days I've been staying with a friend at her house out in the middle of nowhere, and she kept telling me that since I had my laptop I should try to get some writing done. She insisted that her house was a naturally creative place and that all of her creative friends come there when they're having creative problems.
I smiled and nodded. A few times I even pretended to go up to my room and write just to make her happy, but truth be told I thought she was nuts. Houses don't have that kind of power.
Then yesterday I woke up early and couldn't get back to sleep, so I started playing around with an idea that had been bugging me for a couple months. And the words just started coming in a way they haven't in a long time.
Seven chapters later, and my only question is how exactly does one go about stealing a two story house?
-Aaron
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
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That's amazing! Good for you, and your friend. You say it's isolated, and I bet that helps. I write at my home office and even when the family is gone there are so many noisy distractions...
Ha! I'd like to find that house myself. In a few weeks my husband and younger sons are going on a two day camping trip. I will be home alone (well, the 16 year old will be home, but likely out much of the time). I'm anxious to see how the peace and quiet affect my writing sessions.
Great job on that word count. Wow.
Nice to see you, Aaron. Hadn't visited in awhile and thought I'd check in to see what you've been up to!
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