This recent heatwave has sapped my writing fizz.
All I want to do is loll in the recliner with a glass of cold, sweet tea nearby and watch television while the sun bakes the earth. And it feels like that is all I have done. I think my brain has sweated so much, all my good ideas wilted.
My writing is more prolific and better done when I’m outside. Something about the energy of nature sparks the urge to write. Today, my husband saved my broiled brain and flagging enthusiasm. He bought and put together a small portable desk, so lightweight I can lift it with one hand. When the day isn’t 95 in the shade, I can sit on my porch with the fan blowing and write comfortably. Thank you, Brett!
Now, tell me where you like to write. Do you have special nook, or do you seek different spots? Must you clean your writing area, align your materials, stretch your fingers, stare into space, light a candle . . . ? What do you do before you settle down to write?