I started this week with a great writing meeting. Every so often, I meet with friends from last summer’s creative nonfiction class. I was pretty happy that we actually talked about writing this time, normally we just socialize. Anyway, we met last week and assigned a prompt (write about a current event), then this week we were to bring work to share. Despite being unwilling to work on it most of the week, I managed to write 2.5 pages. I went to the coffee shop early and wrote before the meeting. While I was there, we talked a lot about blocks. For me, it isn’t that I don’t think I have anything worthwhile to say or that I don’t have any ideas. I have plenty of ideas and have come to accept my viewpoint as valid and worthwhile. When it comes to writing…well I just don’t want to.
I know I need to write, but I somehow can’t bring myself to sit down and do it. A friend of mine suggested that it might be an environmental problem. That is entirely possible. When I am at home, I am distracted by other things I could (or think I should) be doing instead. My friend recommended going to a coffee shop at a designated time in order to write. She says I need to treat it like a job. It would be interesting to see if my output increases if I get out of the house. I’ll try it.
What I’d really like is to be motivated to work from home. The environment is more comfortable and the tea is better (not to mention free). If you are listening, Pikes Perk on North Academy, your green tea is horribly bitter. Any ideas on motivating myself to work at home?
Image from The Wandering Eater