I find that I write best in public.
Preferably in the park on a warm summer’s day, but the back patio will do in a pinch. On rainy or cold days a bookstore or coffee shop will do.
There’s something about the anonymity of public spaces that makes it easier for me to get past the self-consciousness of writing. I become just some person with a pen, not Colleen struggling over words in my living room.
Maybe it’s the simple act of removing myself from the things that I can too easily distract myself with — television, the laundry, sorting through that big pile of papers on the kitchen table. Maybe it’s the psychological stranding of myself that does it. I’m sitting here with a pen in my hand — either I can write and look purposeful, or I can sit here staring at a bunch of strangers. Right, let’s get to it then.
What I do know is that it works, or at least it does for me. I think everyone needs a creative space (physical or mental) where we can do our best work. A place where we can lose ourselves in the creative process.
I’ve found mine. Where is yours?