Since my move, I have been trying to find the “right” spot to write. Okay, so I haven’t tried really hard otherwise there would be more words published on this blog. But I haven’t given up, and I have been searching all right!
The couches in the family room are firm enough, but the southern exposure of floor-to-ceiling windows renders those couple of spots too hot.
I can’t write propped up in bed because it is too soft.
Sitting on any chair at the kitchen table feels too erect and stiff, which is in-conducive to the process.
And all the above mentioned seats offer a city view.
I thought about taking my laptop over to Dollops (my current favorite coffee shop) because lots of people are there absorbed in whatever they are seeing on their computer screens. I know me, though. And I would most likely people watch, which is all right except I probably wouldn’t write much. It would be very much...
BUT, I think I’ve got it!!!
My back is to the windows as I type this post. I am sitting on a barstool at the kitchen island. It is the perfect height. The coffee pot and snacks are close. The balcony door is open. I can hear the streets of the city bustling if I concentrate. Otherwise the traffic and the jackhammers provide the perfect background of “white noise”.
The room temperature is not too hot, or too cold. The seat is not too hard, or too soft. The city is not too loud, or too deafeningly quiet.
It all seems to be just about right!
Am I the only one who squirms around looking for the “right spot” in which to write?