Starting my café writing session this morning, I reached in to my handbag and pulled out a pen, only to have part of a pen in my hand. It’s somehow in a number of pieces. I must be writing a lot! Or putting my pens under a demanding workout. Or ‘life’ in my handbag must be rather rough?!
Either way, I suspect this little pen has seen better days. So the repair isn’t going to happen today, and it will meet its death in the rubbish bin later. Instead, I’ll use another pen.
Despite writing for nearly ten years, I’ve discovered something else to think about when selecting a pen. This pen has numerous parts to screw together, which gives it a few weak points, perhaps the main reason why it has come apart. This is no good for me. I need a pen I can rely on, that’s ready to go when I am. So another type of pen gets crossed off my list as not suitable for writing use!
I really am fussy with my pens!
I was just getting into my editing of my academic paper in a cafe when of all things there was a power failure! It’s sort of exciting but also frustrating. It’s now a little too dark to edit on paper and I was just in the flow!
The unexpected things which disrupt the flow! But the question is has this been beneficial or detrimental? Or neither?
I did consider leaving, but then a few lights came on nearby, so I had a bit of light to continue. I kept editing, mainly because I was so close to finishing this task! And I wanted to not just finish but continue what I was doing. And I couldn’t help think no his people would write in the most difficult situations and poor lighting. So why not keep going?!
All sorts of events and things can disrupt the flow, it’s how you react that matters. I could’ve gone home, but I stayed, wanting to keep connected to even a little of the flow I was in. And it helped. Round one of editing done!
I’ve been sneaking times to write here and there, by hand in my golden journal. It doesn’t feel like I’ve been writing much and that progress has been slow as I flit between a number of projects.
Today I turned the page of my notebook and realised I was half-way though!
It’s a physical sign of the writing I’d been doing.
I could actually see the progress even though it didn’t feel like it. Sometimes I have the same journal for months, especially if I’m not doing much writing by hand. It was a good pick me up to know that ever so slowly I’ve written enough in my notebook to be half-way.
Half-way to where? To a new notebook. By finishing a notebook, it gives me the satisfaction of achievement. And I then get to look forward to starting a new notebook which is exciting and fun. This all helps me to keep motivated and enthusiastic to write.
It’s the little things like this which help me to keep writing.
What motivations to you use to help you to keep creating? Please share them below.
Today I decided to go back to one of the cafes where I was Cafe Poet in residence a few years ago. The Annex Cafe, which is much different now, with new owners, a more open space and new menu, yet the vibe was familiar. Perhaps it was my memories that haunt me and make it feel familiar?
Sometimes it’s nice to visit new cafes, but then again it’s just as inspiring and good for the muse to write in one of my old haunts.
A productive morning writing, not bad for the start of the weekend. And I’m sure it’s got everything to do for visiting a cafe where I used to write a lot, and to re-connect with my muse who lives here.
This old haunt might just have to become a regular once more.
Lilliana Rose 🌹
I hadn’t planned to be writing in a new notebook today, but it was a joy to open up my handbag and to see the new notebook ready for me to write in. Especially this notebook, with the words “today is the perfect day to start something.’
It certainly was the perfect day to start something.
This is the last thing I’d expected to be doing when writing in a café. Pen surgery. This is a first for me even though I write with a fountain pen (though often I write with a bic ball point so I don’t have this issue).
Luckily I came prepared with spare ink cartridges so the surgery could be completed quickly and surprisingly mess free.
So I could get back to the task at hand ~ writing.
There’s a joy and excitement in beginning a new notebook, especially for a new project. The proof of the new inspiration? In this beautiful notebook, there are now penned four poems in a raw handwritten state. All in one morning sitting of writing. I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome from my muse, who in this case is the notebook.
A great way to start a new notebook. This is fresh inspiration in abundance.
What better way to start the day and finish the week by writing! Especially the first week of the new year!
I’m still in holiday mode, so by taking just a little time to write I feel connected to my creative flow and I get my writing fix which sustains my soul! All in under an hour.
Sometimes these snatches of time to write are super valuable and give me a chance to slip into a state of writing bliss.