Monday, September 12, 2011
I Cannot Write When
Someone is scratching and slamming at the window I have carefully covered with a shade and curtains. Nope, it's not a vampire trying to get in but a team of painters preparing the building for exterior paint. The process is noisy, noisy, noisy and then wet.
And I cannot write under those conditions. Neither can I really write when traveling.
This is of no interest to anyone else. It's just weird, because I can write outside, inside, in the car, any time of the day or night, and I can construct stories while running or doing chores or even when talking with people. But I need to have control over the immediate environment, in some odd sense, for my Muse (the guy with tattoos) to stay with me.