I don’t have a real physical space dedicated to writing. I often lament that I don’t have a private room to myself, with creatively soft green coloured walls, a desk just for me, a door that closes, a large window looking onto beautiful scenery, a board to pin up and refer to great ideas, a literal drawing board, inspirational quotes or photos on the walls, and a secret passage to a well-stocked wine cellar. But I share an open and rather cluttered one bedroom loft apartment with a perpetually-stressed grad student husband and an invasive species of cat, in the heart of downtown where storage space is a pipe dream and silence is a distant memory fast fading to myth.
So, when I want to write, I have to do my best to get into a bubble.
Now usually being “in a bubble” is a bad thing. It means you are safe, yes, but unaware, naive, ignorant about the world around you to a fault. However, when I write, I need to be in a bubble.
This might mean I’m at home with headphones in and a hood up to insulate my hearing and peripheral vision. It might mean I’m in a coffee shop where everyone’s moving all around me and there’s lots of ambient noise but I myself am stationary and (usually) uninterrupted. I put up a fragile barrier so that I am still in the world, but the world is muffled and I can be willfully ignorant of it for as long as possible or as long as it takes to write what I want to write.
One of my favourite places to write is an airport. Everyone in an airport is coming or going, leisurely or in a hurry, but no one stays anywhere for long – unless they’re stuck there for a long time. Time itself is an evanescent concept in an airport. So I can go into my bubble, enjoy the transient atmosphere, and write to my heart’s content (as long as I’m not in danger of missing a flight). Some airports are better than others for this – Vancouver airport is beautiful and has tons of inspiring spaces and interesting passersby, for example. I used to live nearby and drive there sometimes just to write. Ottawa airport, on the other hand, doesn’t even have a proper map it’s so small and sparse and bland. Hooray for the nation’s capital!
While a bubble can help me write, the problem with bubbles is they are so easily popped. I would love that dream writer’s room I described above. But you have to work with what you have, so I have my bubbles, easily constructed anywhere.
What does your ideal writing space look like? What does your real writing space look like? Any tips for improving my bubble technique?
Postscript: I’m more than a week into National Blog Posting Month / NaBloPoMo / Nano Poblano. Going strong, but today is a day for reaching out and asking you for ideas.
What would you like to see on this blog?
A mould breaker you’d like to see featured?
A mould you think needs to be broken?
A mould-busting or otherwise situation you’d like to see become a comic?
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