Thursday, April 07, 2005

A Place to Create

I've always dreamed of a little place in our "woods" where I could go to write. I've even picked it out--check out Walpole Woodworkers Great stuff on their site.

I don't know when I'd ever be able to use it with two preschoolers in the house. But my dream is still to have the solitude to write. I wonder, though, if my writing would be that much better. Sometimes the things that happen in the midst of my writing--the stranded motorist at my doorstep needing a tow, a phone call from a neighbor--inspire my work.

I read in Stephen King's book On Writing that he too had this dream so at least I'm in good company.

Until then I'll be at my dining room table gazing at the steer in the pasture with the sounds of Sesame Street and a gurgling baby to cheer me on.

More later,
Traci

3 Comments:

At 4:23 PM, GHoSTWRiTeR said...

I also dream about a place of solitude; a place I can write, without distraction, until my heart's content. On Writing is an excellent book. I'm reading it now for the fifth time.

 
At 10:52 PM, Chris said...

Late at night, I crawl down into the sewers and type apolitical screeds against the mid-70s Politburo. The ever-encroaching darkness and an entirely rational fear of alligators combine to add a manic sense of urgency to my writing. There are some smells that even Aqua Velva won't mask, but such is the suffering one goes through for art.

All this to say, I really need a writing hut in the backyard.

Thanks Traci!

--Chris

 
At 11:41 AM, David A. Todd said...

Enjoyed your post, and the Blog as a whole.

I had no urge to write creatively until my kids were grown. I started on a novel, got it half way through in a stumbling fashion, and then my wife wanted us to become foster parents. After classes to qualify and be licensed, our home was quickly used. Within a month we had four kids, ages 9,5,4 years, and a baby 5 months old. One weekend we had two others, age 6 and 5!. It took me a week to adjust, but I learned to take an hour at night, after they were all in bed but the baby, to write 500 words a day and a bit more on Sunday. Three months later, my novel was finished and ready for self-editing.

So it can be done, even with extraordinary responsibilities.

Now, getting it published is another story.

 

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