Converting to C, but it’s projected to hit 35C in my State this week.
random question for fun. where do y’all like writing best? i love being comfy at home but i almost always like working and writing more when i’m out of the house. library is probably my favorite spot, though—a few coffeeshops are a close second. anyways i just thought of this bc i’m going to the library to work later hopefully and i’m excited ahahahah
I usually work at home, but I really like going to a coffee shop/cafe or the library. Or writing on the train as well. I find when I’m finding it hard to focus, it helps to shake my brain into gear to go somewhere different.
Wherever I can work comfortably, which isn’t as easy as it sounds. I have yet to find a chair that isn’t painful in one way or another.
But otherwise it really depends on whether I need to air my thoughts or not.
yess same, harris. it really does like a mini “factory reset” for me being out of the house to work a lot of the time!
this is so real also. personally i like sitting as scrunched up as possible, like. almost fetal position hunched over my laptop LMAO. chairs without space to do that (or worse, without arm and/or leg rests) are my enemy for this reason, feels like i can’t get properly set up
I used to like going to a local coffee shop. My mom is also a writer, and we used to have Monday morning coffee shop dates where we both meet up for 2-3 hours and just write. But since my husband and I moved a year ago, there are next to no local coffee shops close to us. The only one I’ve found is one that people bring their children to. (Am I just being a old person/child hater or is it genuinely weird to bring your kids to a coffee shop to hang out?) So I mostly work at home now. I like the library for academic writing, but not fiction as much.
I tried to write in one of my university libraries once, but it was way too unsettlingly quiet so I was just constantly on edge, couldn’t get anything done and just decided to go home instead.
On the topic of heat, we here are so used it that we are chilling at 35—38*C no problem so long as there’s no load shedding.
My own room because my 3 year old computer mouse (not even gaming) has become emotional support at this point, and there are relatively little distractions so it’s a nice and familiar environment.
no i get it, i like kids but if i went to one of my normal writing/chill coffee haunts and there were a bunch of rowdy kids there i would be like
see normally i do a lot better in loud environments, like this one cafe in houston (Agora) is always loud asf and normally i love working there bc it’s like a good buzz of activity to help me focus. but the past month or so i’ve been super sensitive to noise for some reason so i’ve been preferring as quiet of a space as possible (my working theory is that it’s bc its summer and the heat makes me super antsy and hypersensitive to like. everything. but who can say!)
AHH aw that does sound so nice!! comfy familiar is a big vibe
I on the other hand like quiet… but that one was just too uncanny. Probably because it was quiet combined with an open space with a plethora of people and I hate being in a position where someone can sneak up on me from behind.
This is me. I do write at home, but my preference is to bike out to someplace I can get a good cheap coffee and unobtrusive background music.
Honestly? I write/code/develop right from home, though I have to setup a zone. If music isn’t blasting that matches the mood I need to convey, I can’t write.
With the exception of what I call my ‘zone moments’, in which case I play extremely upbeat EDM and just flow along in a vibe. I wish those happened more often, as they’re wonderful for my productivity.
With all of this heat? I find that having a fan on me with the central air has been the only way I can write.
omg i also require extremely specific music to write successfully. i have probably 50 different writing playlists specific to certain projects that i’ve accumulated over time LMAO
If you ever want to swap playlists or songs, let me know! I have quite a vareity of tracks lmao.
I can write reasonably well in coffee shops or libraries but I always prefer writing in my own office. I can’t play death metal or smoke weed in other environments and those things are very conducive to the craft
AHAHAHAH super valid
I write at home (in my corner I don’t have an office sadly). Usually after the wife and kids have gone to sleep.
Hello everyone,
It’s the 15th of the month, for those new here, we invite you to share a portion of your writing. This isn’t to be judged or criticized, unless you request that feedback. It’s to help people get used to sharing their work, or to spread the word about your writing.
I’ll start by sharing something I wrote last week.
Carousel Paradox Chapter 3
My slow steps make almost no noise as I proceed down the hall, going to the bloodied room. I check the comfort of my grip on my knife and have it ready to use. My arms don’t feel as limber as I’d like them to be, but I’ll make do with my reflexes and hope that my fear will do well enough to keep me alive.
I peer into the room and spot what I’m guessing is a couple sprawled out on the floor. It is hard to tell in the bloodied mess if either of them put up a fight. The stains of blood are dark enough that they must have been there for a while.
I can only hope that’s a good sign to say that the murderer has moved on. It’s unbelievable to think that the murderer has covered so much ground and killed so many in a relatively short period of time. His desire to kill seems inhuman. Why was he doing this?
If no one found that first body, would these others never happen? Unfortunately, there is just not enough to go off – I don’t even know what the man looks like.
I step into the room and get a closer look at the bodies. The bodies are split into pieces, which was different than what I had witnessed the murderer doing. Was there something special about this couple? I don’t recognise the pair from the party – they must be regular guests then.
Could it be that the killer took his time with them? I begin to wonder about the time of death. If only I knew how to judge the time of death. It could be possible that these two were killed before the owner of the estate; if that was the case, perhaps these two are experiments? Or Ken, the estate owner, was the first, and then the killer murdered these two. Then he went on a killing rampage or something. All speculation.
I sigh and check to see if there are any other clues before stopping myself. Should I keep in a lit room like this? The killer could see the movement and knew to come here to claim another victim.
A very rough draft
Afterthought puts away his tools and leans back until he’s hanging upside down, legs wrapped into the scaffolding, like some forgotten creature of the night.
“I swear,” you say, in equal amounts amused and exasperated, “that you are half bat.”
“Alas, I have never learnt to shift, much to my dismay,” he deadpans back.
He’s discarded his shirt at some point, and you get a full view of his cybernetics—gunmetal black veins running down his arms and back like some alien vines, bioluminescent lines flaring up following the muscle movements as he lazily stretches his spine—intertwined with old scars and a tattoo on his left shoulder, a scythe with words nec spe nec metu nemini parco running around it.
It goes so much against everything you know about him that it takes your brain a few moments to decipher what you see.
So, unfortunutly around the start of the month, a family member had a very bad medical event that has made writing pretty much impossible, so for snippet day today I am going to share one of the last things I had written for “Do Not Dally with the Dead” which is one of “Sense & Sorcery”'s companion linear pieces. When I have time I plan and want to work more on S&S but there has simply been no free time as of late, sadly.
Hope everyone is having a better writing month than me.