I’ve read where no blog is successful without some type of support. In my case I’m getting assistance whether I want to or not. I literally have to shut the door to keep them out. Allow me to introduce my “staff”
AJ (Butch) a.k.a. “Obstacles to writing success” We’re still working on his 12 Step program… or he tried to read some of my writing.
2nd Associate Editor:
Junction (Peewee) a.k.a ” Another Obstacle to writing success” She considers being called mischievous an insufficient recognition of her talent.
Renaissance Central – Mi Oficina – Mon bureau – Mein Büro – Il mio ufficio – 私のオフィス – Meu escritório – Мой офис:
I followed some advice and organized my office before I took this shot. If a cluttered desktop is a sign of a cluttered mind then what is an empty desktop huh. huh. huh,? Answer me! And it’s NOT decor by Toys-R-Us!!!!!
So this is my environment. I’m thinking it would be a good idea to maybe step out once in a while and try writing from another place. I’ve always wondered whether I could function in a Starbucks. God, I’m having a hard time seeing myself sitting there typing away while sipping cappuccino. I’m going to have to develop a hell of a lot more discipline because I know I’ll be looking around too much! One of the writing exercises I’m reading recommends doing that – using that environment to observe people. Build a “collection” of images, it recommends.
I imagine I could try that…let’s see…
I watch an elderly lady enter the store. Even though it’s a warm for a winter afternoon sixty degrees outside she’s still dressed as though she’s been out since early that morning, when the frost was extra thick. I watch her for several minutes as she unloads the contents of her pocketbook on the table. It’s odd, because even though her clothes appears to me to be nothing less than designer brand, the bag clearly has seen better days. What is her story? What is the significance of the bag?
I continue to observe her for several more minutes. The contents of her pocketbook are what appear to be wedding invitations. Perhaps a party? She begins to work on them, addressing and stuffing the envelopes. At one point she looks up to see me looking at her, smiling warmly and nodding a hello. I continue to look at her and occasionally I jot a note down. She catches me looking at her several more times, and when she does I get a little embarrassed and continue writing.
This goes on for a while, and then she motions for the barista, a young lady who has not smiled since I’ve been here.. Now, let’s see what happens. Motioning the girl to lean closer, the lady begins whispering something to her. From the look on her face she doesn’t appear to be praising the taste of her latte. I’m steadily looking and writing and – did I just see the girl slightly turn her head and eyes towards me? Boy, this is good material here, got to recommend this exercise to others.
I’m about to make a note about the young lady’s appearance when I look up to see her approach my table, and if she hasn’t been smiling all this time it appears it’s not about to change.. Better note this real quick, this is good stuff happening here!
Nah, I think I’ll just use the coffee shops for drinking coffee, but I will try to do things from different places. While the exercise is geared primarily towards “collecting” for fiction, my first goal is non-fiction. I do have a long-range plan for the fiction arena.