1. I’ve stopped being able to write in coffee shops. They used to be the only place in which I could focus. Home holds too many distractions, I said.
Now home is the only place in which I get anything done.
When you’re a new, aspiring writer you read all those blogs that tell you to designate a writing space that is completely yours. I never believed in that. I always thought a writer should be able to write anywhere.
I grew up in small houses. Cozy, I’d say. I love my house here in Vegas, but it’s certainly not cozy. Maybe that’s why I find myself spending more and more time in my home office. If I set up a coffee maker in here I’d never leave. It’s the closest thing to cozy as I can get. It’s where I find myself writing these days.
I’m obsessed with seeing other writer’s spaces: their desks, their offices, or the coffee shops in which they write. It’s inspiring to me. Just like seeing a snapshot of some of my favorite authors working on their next book. It feels as though I’m seeing something special; getting the inside track. Like they’re saying to me: look, I’m writing, what’s your excuse?
I’ve been making up a lot of excuses lately.
2. Lately I’ve been feeling a pull in a different direction. Away from romance as I’ve been writing it. Whether or not anything comes from it remains yet to be seen, but for now, it’s a nice thought. An exciting thought. A thought that keeps me up late into the night dreaming up plot lines. I think about writing about a group of girlfriends navigating adulthood, a struggling marriage, a wife, pregnant and alone. Too many ideas, not enough time.
3. I started reading an incredible book this week, Our Magic Hour by Jennifer Down. Down’s writing is so beautiful and heartfelt. I am about halfway through and can’t wait to see where the rest of the book goes. I’ve started following Down on instagram and will be devouring everything else she’s written.