Writing About Writing

Writing about writing

OK, I have been asked to think about not only how I write, but the what and the where. I write in a variety of places for a variety of reasons - some good, some bad. I write to escape; escape the mind-numbing tedium of a four hour train journey, or a transatlantic flight, or insomnia, or worries about my life, or even the pains and spasms that wrack my body.  The question of where do I write is best answered as everywhere.

Cafes, planes, trains, automobiles, libraries, park benches, military training facilities, bars and even occasionally home. I write about many things; what I see, what I feel and what I have seen. I draw on my past, my experiences to build a truth for my characters. Everything I do, everything I write has something of myself inside. Everything I have produced opens myself to others in a truly terrifying way, offering a portion of my heart, my soul to the world outside.

No matter where I am, there are always certain things that are a given when I write. There’s always a net connection even if I have to tether my phone to the laptop. I always have a drink nearby and I’m always curled into myself. I bounce ideas off my editors, chat, and browse the net all as not just an escape but to allow me to pause, to mull things over and to concentrate on writing what’s best for the time. 

The drink is as much to play with as it is for the fluids. I have this really bad habit of chewing bottle caps. I generally have something snacky because I will either get lost in my work and just write through meals or I snack because I’m bored. Depending on my mood I either chain vape, do lines of snuff or pack pipes and take my laptop with me to find somewhere to muse contemplate and smoke. When writing from my bed it usually ends up with me dog tired and just dropping off with my netbook on my chest, waking up with the screen in front of my eyes, warm and cozy with the footmarks from the machine imprinted in my skin.

So yeah basically that’s a short trip into the hows and a touching on the why of my writing, just about ready to pop on the next stop of the blog tour so. . .

See y’all next time. Same blogtime probably a different blogstation.