I love my writing space. It’s a desk and hutch where I’m surrounded by all my books and pictures. I’d share a photo, but it’s also covered with 3 notebooks, my taxes and tons of loose papers I can’t get rid of (have I mentioned my slight hoarding tendencies?).
Sometimes I use my desk as an excuse not to write – because I’m not at it. I had this great professor in college, Deborah Chester, who would tell us to get rid of our crutches. My desk was my crutch.
Once I got rid of that crutch, I could write anywhere. Gena Showalter and I plotted Dating the Undead while I sat in my car on top of a canyon (the only place I could get cell reception while chaperoning at a youth camp). I wrote Lord of Rage in a cafeteria and edited Naked Thrill stuck in a tornado shelter.
Lack of time is the biggest crutch most of us use for not getting words on the page, yet we can write anywhere. We’re not tied to a desk or our electronics – grab a notebook and write while you’re waiting for your kids to get out of school or practice. Write on the train to and from work. Write during lunch.
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