Happy weekend, WriteByNighters,
This week I've been thinking about
my favorite and least favorite writing spots, and how they came to be so.
Most mornings you can find me writing at one of two benches in Riverside Park. Almost never can you find me writing at
home.
If we're on the same train, bus, subway or plane, chances are you'll see me writing. I like writing while sitting still while being in motion. Something about it works for me, and we must go
with what works for us.
Once what worked for me was writing while perched on someone's gravesite.
Another time what worked for me was plopping myself down in the cereal aisle at a Boston supermarket.
I've also found myself pulling out my notebook in situations that traditionally ask for my attentions to be elsewhere: athletic events, movie theaters, concerts.
You never know when an idea will come, and you also never know for sure that you'll remember it later.
That's why I almost always carry around my
notebook.
What I'm wondering about, and write about in this week's blog post, "Oh, the Places You'll Write!" is: What is the strangest place you've ever written?
How did it happen; did it work for you; and did you ever return to it?
Did you feel self-conscious while you were there, or were you able to let go and
just write?
Join in the discussion now, before all of us once again go our separate ways to write in some super weird places.
