Recently, I took a day trip to a cool spot, Mont St Michel. The bad part was that it was a 4-5-hour ride in a mini-van both ways. The worse part was that I was squished in the center of the front seat, between the driver playing loud blues, jazz, and classical music (not a big fan of any of those) and constantly fiddling with the stereo while driving a manual and my husband, sound asleep and feeling ill. I had about one foot of seat space and spent the entire miserable drive with my shoulders hunched over and my elbows resting on my hip bones.
But. I’m happy to say I wrote. At least a bit of the way. I took out a recent email from an editor on a novel in verse I’m collaborating on and I re-read it several times. Then I spent some time thinking about the story structure and which of her suggestions we might be able to implement–and how.
I’m not saying I accomplished a whole lot, mind you. But it was good to remind myself that I can (and should) write anywhere I happen to be when writing needs to get done.
I hope you can, too!