A writer’s writing space is an interesting thing. There are cafes to write in, office spaces to set up and make – and endless articles about the importance of setting up a perfect space for some serious writing time.
When I was younger, I could pretty much write wherever my computer was placed. Noises, traffic, people – it didn’t matter. Half the time I was writing in the car or in the middle of screaming children.
Now that I’m getting older, I’m finding I’m a little more distracted by these things. There’s a parallel here to be drawn to sleeping. (Kids can sleep anywhere, right?)
A few months ago I realized that my usual writing places are starting to feel stagnant and uncomfortable. Maybe because it’s the same place over and over, or the fung shui is wrong – something.
So I’ve started checking out the cafes in my area to find a place I can go for dedicated writing time. So far, I’ve checked out two.
The first place has GREAT coffee. The ordering area is super cute and friendly, and there’s an art gallery attached to it. The sitting area has really high ceilings that make it feel colder – but the walls are alive with growing plants, so THAT’S super cool. There’s also an outside area. My only real complaint is that the chairs are uncomfortable.
The second place is smaller, but cozy and cute (and people are more friendly). There are amazing COUCHES, along with tables and chairs. The coffee, however, leaves much to be desired. I’ll need to try more to know for sure, but I was disappointed so far.
I’m going to need to try the second place a few more times to have a verdict for sure. So far the atmosphere of the first one is more creative and open, but the second one is definitely more comfortable.
What about you? Would you go for more comfort, or a better creative atmosphere? And more importantly, what are your favorite writing spaces?
Quite a lot of people like a public place. I guess theres always something happening before you, snippets of convos, dropped plates, people coming and going.
But I cant write in front of people, i need my own space, time to breathe, to think, to look moronically into space pondering an idea.