Every Sunday I aim to write for a couple of hours in a local coffee shop while I enjoy a waffle breakfast and some coffee or hot chocolate. I know it’s a cliché, the struggling writer cloistered in a corner of Starbucks staring intently at the laptop screen as they manically hit the keys. But I actually find that I manage to write more in a different environment from home.
A prime example of this would be my recent visit to Marburg with a close friend. We spent four days at her family’s home, and three very pleasant evenings relaxed in the living room. It proved the perfect atmosphere for my creative juices, and I spent each of those evenings sat on the sofa stroking a cat with my left hand and scribbling away with a pen in my right. In my own words; living the dream.
So while it may seem that nothing much is happening I am working on a few projects at the moment, and settling on a schedule with my writing.
