Writing Spots

So, the time has come, you’re finally home. 

You’ve been waiting all day for some peace and quiet. Just you and your laptop. You open the file, that same file that is tormenting you for so long. But it’s a sweet feeling because you love that pain and desperation of the story you’re writing. You love the unanswered questions: how, when, who, how but most of all you love to answer them, to move closer to the end. Two words become two sentences, and then your hands don’t move fast enough to catch your thoughts, your ideas and the sudden inspirational wave that consumed you.

You’re finally there, you’re bleeding, giving a part of your soul to your story.

But where are you?

Do you have a writing desk equipped with notes and notebooks? Are you sitting cross-legged on the floor, laptop on the coffee table? Are you outside in a coffee shop, listening to music and drinking your favorite latte?

I guess everyone has a favorite writing spot, a place where magic flows.

My spot is my desk. Is not the writing desk I’d love to have, it’s a simple wooden surface, but it’s big enough to place my notebooks and books and write. Most of the times you’ll find me there, either writing in silence or music playing on high volume and on repeat.

Lately though I like writing on the bed. I sit cross-legged, placing the laptop on my lap, scattering the books and notebooks on the covers around me. Sometimes I even sit on the floor, but only if I won’t do much writing because it’s not too comfy.

I find it refreshing to do my writing in a different part of the house and I’d love to write outdoors, but I haven’t tired that yet. Although I must admit that the ultimate favorite writing spot is when I visit my parents. 

If it’s summer, I sit on the porch, staring at the sea. My eyes focus mostly on the horizon, where the deep blue of the sea and the light blue of the sky touch. Like two lovers that stayed apart for too long. If it’s winter, I write by the fireplace, letting the cat sit on my lap, purring softly, while I listen the sounds of the fire and the burning wood.

Now, I need to write.