Last week I posted about being stuck in my writing habit of writing indoors. Lots of you chipped in with your habits and there was an even-ish split of people writing at home and those venturing out – some can write anywhere and others have to stick to their preferred place.
As it appeared I might be stuck in a rut, I decided to venture out and try writing somewhere other than my house. I went to London and hit the National Gallery. I wandered round checking out the paintings (my favourites are the Impressionists though I don’t pretend to know much about art) then hit the cafe. Armed with a sandwich, cup of tea, notebook and pen I found an empty corner and sat down to write. Here’s the evidence:
I did feel self-conscious and couldn’t help looking around me a bit. Then my corner was invaded by people and it all got more noisy and distracting. A girl next to me had her laptop out but the rest of the cafe was filled with people just talking and eating. I did get some writing done though by shutting out the crowd and it was quite fun writing longhand again – I used to write longhand then type everything up but it felt laborious so now I just type it out straight away. Also my handwriting is hideous so I always feel like a bad writer when I see it
I wrote nine pages in my notebook of a new story that I’ve had the idea of for a while. I’m not sure if I’ll use any of what I wrote but any writing is fun and good practice. The cons were the price of food and drink (expensive!) and the distractions. I don’t think I’m fully sold on writing in a cafe. I guess I’m spoilt having a quiet house to myself to write in. I would try other places in the opportunity came up but I didn’t find a new writing habit that day.
After I finishing writing, I walked over Waterloo bridge and took this lovely photo of the sun over London. You can easily forget the sights that are near where you live so I took a minute to appreciate the scene. I then met some authors in the nearby Royal Festival Hall and had a cuppa with them before heading home. The day ended badly after I got FIVE blisters on my feet after wearing leather boots I hadn’t broken in so remember that leaving the house does have it’s perils guys
How did you choose the place you write in?