It's 9-11.
{Insert a moment of silence here.}
Where was the worst place I've ever had to write? A hotel room.
Generally a cozy little spot, right?
But it isn't home. It isn't my bed I'm snuggled in. It isn't my kids running in the hall. It isn't my tv that's too loud in the next room. And all those things that aren't mine, create questions.
Why are they doing that?
Distractions, distractions. Maybe I have a deficient attention span. When I'm in my home, in my writing space, I can get into the zone pretty easy. It's not like work at all. I can write in my room, in my office, on the patio. I can write in my car. (If I'm waiting on a kid or something, not while driving, I swear.) When I'm not in my space, its really work to get any writing done.
Wrap it up!
If I am understanding the pitch for next week, I'm to ask you, dear readers, to give me three words from which I must create a flash fiction story. So go on. Leave me a comment. Do your thing. I'm anxious to see what you give me to work with...heh heh heh...
Have a great week.
