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| A quiet writing spot |
One of the main rules of writing I have
often heard is that one must find that quiet nook away from a busy household
that will enable you to write without distraction. Yet, I have always prided myself on being
able to write anywhere and at anytime. I
have written in cars and on planes, during rock concerts and lengthy
sermons. The noise level that surrounds
me has never been an obstacle to putting thoughts down on paper. I have always been able to tune out the
noises surrounding me as I tune out the children when they ask for money. However, it is true that nothing really
compares to the serene places of solitude where imagination is your only
distraction.
It is easier to create something in
those quiet moments, regardless of whether it’s a strip of lonely beach, a
silent patch in the woods, or a corner of my back porch. The nature that surrounds me allows my mind
to both wander and focus at the same time.
Ideas flutter along with the butterfly that’s perching on one flower and
then the next, never lasting for more than a few seconds. They no longer have to scream over the
chaotic noise of daily life just to be recognized. Fresh thoughts are not competing with the reruns
on the television or the begging children and ideas are not vanquished to
Nevermore when someone starts talking without realizing that while my body is
there, my mind is not.
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| Why am I out here again? |
Furthermore, with the birds flying
overhead and the breaking waves as my background music, I can focus more on
what the characters in my story are doing versus the characters at work. I can follow the twists of my subplots
without worrying about the twists in the road, as well. Quietness helps to restore the creative
vision by stripping away the distractions of what others believe is urgent. And there is always something that has been
deemed urgent. To the person who
creates, nothing is more important than what is being created while it is being created and we must
protect that time at all costs.
It is vital to the human soul to get
away from the workings of the world and enjoy the cleansing beauty of
nature. It helps to cleanse the mind of
the toxins of a hectic existence. For
me, it also restores hope that the earth will survive the ignorance of man. As our bodies need rest from the daily grind,
so do our souls and minds. Find that
quiet place that allows you to shake the stress of everything that screams for
your attention and then climb a tree and enjoy the peaceful surroundings. As it assists with my writing, I guarantee
it’ll help you with gaining a fresh perspective on life. Silence the noise and hear the muse in the
solitude. Sometimes, she speaks so low,
you have no other choice but to silence the things around you in order to hear
her, but her message is always worth it.
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I agree whole-heartedly. Being a contemplation girl from way back, my lifetime project is to be able to recollect myself in a rioting mob. Now practically, if I tried to write in a car, unless it's a Cadillac or Lincoln Continental, I'd throw up my brains, on a plane no problem and that's even with turbulence, at a rock concert - are you crazy unless I was suddenly inspired and had to jot it down, try that in a mosh-pit - for during a long sermon I vote damn skippy! I've accepted the challenge of writing in the company of an active, talkative, it's-my-turn-now 3-year old.
ReplyDeleteSitting out on the patio very early as straggler cars roll by works. Being able to sit in the sand with the sea as background is great - I am an ocean-baby but it's got to be early or evening-time when most have left, the sun is going down and the sea takes on that silvery-molten hue.
Last but not least, there ain't nothin' like nap time.
LOL..Nice, Margaret. My 9 year-old is that way. Full of "Robbie, what you doing.? Let's play now." And I am always ready for nap time, but a notepad sits by my head.
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