Writing in a public place…

I'm at the public library; I've heard extolled the virtues of writing in public places. People whose work I respect (not all writers, but many) say that it's a good way to shock the system, to change your environment, and maybe pull yourself out of a slump. Maybe. Previous times I've tried this, I've done so with pencil and paper, not a computer. It has worked, in past times, but the process has also been hindered by not being able to view parts of my story I couldn't carry on me (because I'm not about to print a 260-page document just so I can reference it now and then when most of the document will be altered or deleted). Now, I have every bit of the story with me (it's on my laptop), but I also have the following: TV shows; music; movies; THE INTERNET (with games, forums, and more TV shows, music and movies to be found)… so, obviously, there are downsides to carrying your entire workstation around with you.

But I'm a strong-willed lad (that's not true), and I have a pretty good work ethic (also false), and I know how to allocate my time effectively between work and play (BIG false). I'm fairly confident (false) that I can, in my hour or two here, accomplish more work than I could have at home (false).

Before I get to work, I'm just gonna check up on a few things online (read: gonna surf mindlessly for the next hour), then I'm gonna write. (Maybe.)

  
 Wish me luck. 
 

Cris.

 

 

Edit: Well, I'm back home. I'd forgotten the library closes at 5 on Sundays, but even so, it wasn't time wasted. I've edited a good 10-15 pages (including clarifying some scenes that confused even me), and wrote another two or three.

Being back home, the challenge is now to keep going, even though it feels like the entire house is a black hole for creativity.

As with all things, though, the more you write, the easier it gets, so I'm gonna see if I can't continue, even though the muse (and the mood) seem to have vanished.

Wish me luck.