I either write on my couch or in bed. I try to sit up, but inevitably I'm leaning back against the wall or couch in a semi-prone position. Certainly this can't be good for my writerly work ethic! What I need is a small desk to put in my bedroom/living room. Or a smaller couch. My sectional, in all its blue leather glory, monopolizes the space in my apartment. Needless to say, I have some serious interior decorating conundrums to tackle.
Writing in a cafe is okay, but there's too many distractions. One of my favorite cafes has one major drawback. The door is large and wood, and apparently the hinges are constantly hosed down with WD-40. Whenever anyone comes in, it slams shut loudly enough to wake Abraham Lincoln from the dead in time to watch the premier of his new movie. I try to brace myself, but, inevitably, every time it slams I am jolted out of whatever tenuous concentration zone I have managed to wriggle myself into.
Another local cafe is a viable option, but it also has a couple serious drawbacks. It gets busy, and sometimes the only seats are by the window. These seats are pulverized by the sun, and within minutes I'm sweating like I'm picking oranges in the Florida sun. The cappuccino machine is also impossibly loud, with a sudden loud sucking sound that seems like it could yank my brains out through my ear. That leaves about four seats, perfectly positioned far enough away from both the windows and the kitchen, that are safe for me to sit in and write.
Stephen King said in On Writing that a comfortable writing space is essential for a writer. Hopefully, once I get that, I can circumvent certain other "necessities" such as attention span, consistent work ethic, and significant talent.
