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All in all, last month was a good month for me. I had a meeting with my editor that I thought went well. I attended a physics seminar in Princeton, an experience which really fueled my creativity as a science fiction writer. Oh, and I wrote an article that I’m really proud of for Fiction Can Be Fun (click here to read it!)
But no matter how well things are going for me, there’s always somebody who wants to drag me down. This time, I’ve been told that I need to stop acting like a little kid. I’m too old to keep chasing these childish writing dreams.
Except I didn’t find this particular insult to be particularly insulting. Rather, my thought was: Little kid? Oh, you have no idea how right you are! Allow me to give you a tour of my personal “writing zone.”
A few years back, I moved to a new house. In that process, I ended up getting rid of my writing desk. I don’t like desks. Sitting at a desk is such a grownup thing to do, and I didn’t want to do it anymore. Instead, I bought a thick, heavy blanket, laid it out on the floor, and called that my new writing zone. It’s a comfy and cozy environment for writing.
As you can see in the highly technical diagram above, I keep several things in my writing zone:
- A dictionary, specifically the New American Heritage Dictionary, which happens to be my favorite dictionary.
- Two thesauruses, because if I can’t find the right word in one of them, there’s still a chance I might find it in the other.
- Two notebooks, one for first drafts and another for rewrites.
- My computer, so I can stream music.
- Coffee mug full of pens. Why? I think that’s self-explanatory.
So whenever I write, I don’t sit at a desk. I don’t even own a desk. Not anymore! Instead, I lie down on my belly, feet kicked up in the air—just like a little kid.
Oh, and you may have noticed in that highly technical diagram one other thing I keep in my writing zone: a picture of my B.I.F.F. That’s a picture of my muse. She’s not just my imaginary friend—she’s my best imaginary friend forever, or my B.I.F.F.
So if you want to insult me, don’t tell me my writing dreams are childish. Don’t tell me I’m acting like a little kid. That’s not an insult to me. That’s a point of pride.
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