Write Place, Write Time

Not sure how I neglected to post a link to my essay for Write Place, Write Time. I blame old age.
An excerpt:

For as long as I can remember I have been a find-solace-in-a-crowd sort of writer. Give me an isolated room and three uninterrupted hours and I will remove the nails from the floorboards with my teeth, but I won’t write a damn word. Give me a Crowd. Give me Music or Noise. Give me Elbows bumping in a crowded coffee shop, or on a train, and I’ll give you 1500 to 2000 words a day.

One thought on “Write Place, Write Time

  1. I read this, so you must have posted it at some point, no?
    I didn’t realize you had such a long commute. My writing began in earnest not on a commute but during my son’s hockey practices. I’m not your typical hockey mom; I HATE sports and watch games only when threatened.
    Plus, it’s COLD in those damn rinks.
    I’d spend the time out in the snack bar with my laptop. My first novel was written entirely in an ice rink. 🙂

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