A lovely little space

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Lunch breaks are best when spent writing. 😉

Much about the way I write has changed considerably over the years.  When I was a teenager, I often wrote with my friends (several of whom also enjoyed writing), and we wrote anytime, anywhere.  I wrote stories during free time in class, at lunch, during pickleball tournaments, and at home after school.  Often in the summers, I’d stay up half the night working on a story.  Whether with music and conversation or without, in the living room or my bedroom, my ideas flowed freely.

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Hot tea makes great writing fuel, especially in the winter.

In my twenties, it was much the same.  I had a small office space, but it shared room with my washer, dryer, deep freeze, and litterboxes.  With four cats and one litterbox, you can bet it wasn’t long before I needed to take a little writing break, so back to the living room I went.

My twenties actually saw the greatest upheaval to my writing habits.  After I got divorced, I had a whole apartment all to myself.  But where did I do most of my writing?  In my living room.  Of course, I waited till Bubbles had gone to bed, but I spent many a night burning the midnight oil in the comfort of my mother’s old recliner.

One of my writing places. :)

One of my writing places. 🙂

When Seymour and I moved in together, I continued to write in the living room, primarily because it was what I’d always done.  But when we bought our first house together, we carved out space to have an office, and I had dreams of writing away in it.

The problem was that we had to share said office space, and it was a walk-through room (i.e., you had to walk through it to get to the living room from every other part of the house).  I had great hopes of making a writing space out of our balcony one day, but that never happened.  Now we’re in yet another house, complete with my own office that I don’t have to share, so you’d think I’d do all my writing in there, right?

Wrong.

So many irons in the fire...

So many irons in the fire…

I still love to write in the living room.  I love my office, with its locking door and fantastic view, but the recliner in our living room is much more comfortable than my sinky desk chair and not-yet-climate-controlled, slanty-floored office.  The trouble with the living room is that, well, my family lives in it.  After years of distractions and trying to do a thousand things at once, my ability to multitask is shot.  I can focus on one thing at a time, and sometimes not even that.

Now when I’m working on something that doesn’t require internet access (and even sometimes when it does), I take it to my bedroom.  It has a deadbolt.  It affords me an escape from the dull roar that I call background noise.  It’s fantastic. 🙂

The one thing about my writing habits that hasn’t changed in all these years is my penchant for pencil and paper.  I love writing stories by hand.  I started writing that way because I didn’t have a computer at home and writing in pen drove me crazy.  I like nice, clean copy, so having a bunch of scribble marks on the page where my brain went faster than my hand made me a little nuts.  With pencil?  I can erase.

That saved me a fortune in medication right there. 😀

sadpencilWords flow better when I have a pencil in my hands, especially if it’s a Pentel Quicker Clicker .5mm.  I’ve tried other pencils, but none of them have stolen my heart like my good ol’ Quicker Clicker.  Though I use Evernote to keep track of story notes and ideas now instead of the covers of my notebooks, my trusty pencil and a sheaf of papers are never far from my side.

With them, I can write anything, anywhere. 🙂

What about you – where (and how) do you write?

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11 thoughts on “A lovely little space

  1. markrhunter says:

    I looked forward to having my own office for years and when I married my second wife, also a writer, it finally happened. Now I write–in the living room.

    I’m jealous of you having writer friends in school; I didn’t meet another writer in person until I was in my 30s, although my high school English teacher’s father was a famous SF writer named E.E. “Doc” Smith.

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    • Kay Kauffman says:

      There were three other girls in my class who enjoyed writing when we were in school, and we had a ball working on things together. I’m still close with a couple of them, and I wish we lived closer to each other so we could do a writing group or something. 🙂

      I actually ran into one of my high school English teachers last weekend (I live down the road a bit from the other one), and it was fun telling her I’d been published. 🙂

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  2. Ocean Bream says:

    Oh I used to do the same things at school! The kids used to sneak my writing and read it, often teasing me but it was never mean. Writing friends are something to cherish, you did strike lucky! 😀 I had one in my sixth year at school but we soon parted ways.I rally enjoyed reading this, happy writing!

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      • Firewaves21 says:

        It’s so funny you use the word utensils… I use that word too, pencils in fact are inferior writing utensils because they make a barely audible scratching sound when in use and they typically do not write dark enough for my pleasure not to mention they can easily be erased. LOL I shall have to follow you now. 😉

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        • Kay Kauffman says:

          Why, thank you! Oddly enough, I prefer pencil to pen because pens don’t make a satisfactory scratching sound. 😀 I use quite a bit of pressure whether I’m writing with pen or pencil, so it’s usually dark enough for me. 🙂

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