I’m writing this using IA Writer on my iPhone.
I’m in a queue waiting to pick something up.
It seems strange writing in public. I’m training myself.
Now my writing space is wherever I find my feet.
That “special place” has gone. Been usurped.
Replaced with the pleasure of nomadic scribblings.
Unchained from bullshit rituals. My writing has been liberated.
I blame August Birch for suggesting this trick.
I wrote him some fan mail the other day.
I DON’T do fan mail. Ever. I felt like a gurl screaming at a Beatles concert.
I told him that.
He even replied. Agreeing that paper notebooks are lovely. Just hyper inefficient.
I’m addicted. I had to give up my co-work desk because of the distracting noise.
Now I am able to write anywhere. Go figure.