Bar

12 Jul Bar

I usually write standing-up. Bad back, better view, I don’t know. I write at my bar, at my house. This is what that spot now looks like. There is new dust, on top of my old dust. By the time I finish this sentence, there will be new dust on top of that.

I have been pretty fortunate with the writing. I write wherever I am, don’t have to be in a particular spot. Airports, hotel rooms, parks, bars, wherever. When I’m at home, I try to write at the bar, maybe because it give a good vantage point of scenery, dogs, that sort of thing. I don’t have to be in this spot to write, but generally this is where it occurs. Adjustments have had to be made (See “dust”).

I don’t want to get too comfortable, too used to writing in one place, so am working through it, trying to. Hammers, saws, power tools, aren’t part of the usual background. I can deal with it, it is just different. That impacts the writing, which I am not sure whether is good or bad. There has to be some different surrounding to mix things up from time to time.

I’ll be getting a new bar, in a new location, same house. I suppose an argument can be made, and it has been suggested, that I do my best work at, or in a bar. There are worse places. In the event that my bar is delayed, it may require working from another bar. I will check the classifieds, or maybe some of those ones on the worldwideinterweb that I can never remember the names of. “Wanted: Quasi-Resident, Slightly Twisted Writer.”

At the time of this writing, I am writing in New York, looking out the window at Central Park. It is Fall, and it is beautiful. We don’t have Fall, or this kind of Fall, where I live, so it is quite pleasant. It is not at the bar, or a bar, but it is not too bad either.