Some people write in studies
Some people write all hermit-like
Some people write with buddies
I write best when squashed up on the number 45
I'll finish NaNoWriMo on a 45 bus ride
I kind of find it interesting where people choose to write. When I used to read about people having their special spaces, their writing havens, I'd feel really intimidated. My lack of a Room Of My Own seemed to stick a post it note on my forehead saying NOT A PROPER WRITER.
Writers have music.
Writers have excel sheets.
Writers have studies.
We have a study in our house. It had two desks, one for me, one for my husband. My desk looks a bit like the bastard child of Mount Everest and a Filing Cabinet. It's piled high with paper and bits of crap. Camera kit too. And it faces a wall.
Assuredly, this is not my special space.
Libraries too can be good but often don't work. Coffee shops likewise. I always feel like the barista is wishing me away from hogging their much needed tables. In fact if I use any place too often, it feels to inspire.
No, the place I write best is in transit. During this NaNoWriMo my best and most inspired writing has been on the 30 minute bus ride between my daughter's school and my place of work. Previously, my best writing has been away on a Mother's Day spa weekend. Yep, I was the only fluffy bathrobed face masked maiden with a netbook tapping away the final chapters of a historical romance.
And the best place of all? Trains. I LOVE writing on trains. Damn it, I love WORKING on trains. If I had my way, I'd be like Trotsky, zipping around the place on tracks with the countryside flashing by whilst I channel Agatha Christie and Alfred Hitchcock and the countless other authors who have immortalised the romance of the railtrack.
It's surely no coincidence that Harry Potter is whisked away on the Hogwarts Express.
Trains and buses. Let's get moving, baby.
So you can keep your Starbucks and your oak panelled libraries. I'm buying me a £1.40 bus ticket to the NaNoWriMo finish line. And when I write that worldwide bestseller, I'll be writing the sequel on the Orient Express.*
*in between drinking champagne cocktails and solving murders.
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