Generally I like to write in my office. My office is my comfort zone. At least it is most days. But some days you just need a change of scenery, you know?
So yesterday I took it outside. To a place where the birds were singing and the breeze was gentle. I settled in with my laptop on my lap, my earbuds and country playlist firmly in place. In a spot where the sun shone and I had to duck giant-sized bees.
I needed to create the illusion of distance from all the tragedy and negativity in my social media feeds. To give myself a chance to process a response while doing what soothes my soul.
I wish I was one of those writers who could channel their creativeness in coffee shops or plunk themselves down in any public place and write. But I get distracted with the comings and goings. I might have better luck in a library and perhaps I'll try that once my neighbourhood library is finished with it's renovations. The group of writers I coffee with once a month are organizing a writing retreat for October. I've never gone on a writing retreat and I'm excited. I hope it proves productive.
Because honestly? I'm not feeling very productive these days. But spring and summer are always challenging for me writing wise. I find I'm lacking discipline. Hey, wasn't that my word for the year?
Mike and Grace's story isn't going to write itself. Time to get my act together.
What do you do when you're struggling to connect with a project?