A space of one’s own

The writing process is so unpredictable – sometimes the words and ideas just flow, and other times they just stutter and stall and the screen or page is left blank, or in my case, some words and phrases have been jotted down, only to be deleted.

Today’s Daily Post is so timely to working out my own process – it asks us to think about our writing space. Place can be so important to writing. In our current living conditions, I don’t have an ideal place in my home or city for writing, but at least I’ve identified some minimum requirements to make a space to call mine, even for a short period, to be able to grapple with ideas and words and get them out into some tangible, logical sense.

The minimum requirements for a writing space are:

  • room enough for my laptop, notebook, articles
  • room enough for a drink without worry of knocking it over
  • quiet – low music with no lyrics is ok, conversation is too distracting.

coffee, seattle, cafe

That’s it. Things I bring along to help with the environmental factors include:

  • headphones, to block out external sounds and sometimes listen to music (I love Klipsch in-ear headphones with inline mic for controlling volume and music, and for providing some barrier to external noise)
  • my laptop charger, though I prefer to leave it behind, since my recent MacBook more than lives up to its claim of 8+ hours of battery
  • fruit jelly candy, which tides me over when I’m a bit hungry, to finish that paragraph or section until I take a real meal break.

Places I’ve worked lately include: our dining room table, university library, public library, upstairs at an art studio, on the living room floor, my office desk on the weekend, a corner table at 3 different coffee shops, an airport waiting area during a 6 hours stopover, and a hotel room.

The best location was the hotel room, because I could spread out my research materials and supplies, without having to tidy them up or move them for the duration of 5 days straight, which helped with the visual organization which I’ve learned is a part of my thinking process.

Not my ideal set-up, but we make do the best that we can! Here’s to writing well.



Weekly Photo Challenge: “Good morning!”


When I want so darn much to sleep in and our little wakes me at 6am (again), I am supremely grateful for the smell and sound of coffee brewing, then the sensation of that first hot sip in my mouth.

Then I’m ready to engage in the (endless) commentary, questions and exclamations that come with any day off with le Petit.

Good morning, weekend!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Up


I know, it’s so cliche, this ground-up perspective at an amusement park.

But seriously, this ride at the weekend ride fair (the kind that goes up in a mall parking lot on Thursday and is gone by Monday), called “Vertigo,” was really really high. From the safety of cement under our feet, we watched the brave riders rise and rise and rise and then spin with such speed, and then we gasped.

The other marvellous thing about today’s visit to the fair was that it was bloody cold and snowing. Snowing. In mid-April. It made the riders seem even braver.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons

Weekly Photo Challenge: Changing Seasons

Autumn is my favorite season of the year and now that season is turning. We definitely felt the shift this morning as light snow fell over our city on the morning walk to work.

Some people feel sad when fall turns to winter. Yes, there is a sense of ending, of starkness, but there is a lot of beauty, too.