Writing Weather
Sunday, September 7th, 2008
Loose-fitting flannel shirts, warm coffee and shallow fog are what lie in store during the mornings this week. The final deadline for Urban Times is this Wednesday and, as usual, I’ll be writing at dawn, through the children’s nap time and deep into the night.
I write by a window well in the basement, probably the least artistically encouraging spot in the house. Boxes and old clothes and toys are spread on the floor in disarry and the disorganization, if I let it can play mental games with me. It’s exactly the type of disorder I hope to keep out of my writing.
Downstairs, the light is always the same – muted, neither cloudy nor sunny – and so it feels a bit disconnected from the world. All I need, though, is a little space cleared so that I can put some thought into my work and find the words. Today, my work involves a historical piece. Tomorrow, an urban trend I’ve come to learn a great deal about. And, still more work on Wednesday.
I”m dressed the part and in this Seattle-like frame of mind, fueled by caffeine and a little creativity, I’m going to push through a day perfect for sleeping, for lying in bed and reading, which is how I ended up here in the first place.
