Well, first and foremost, thank you all for following me. I logged on today to see a few new people so, for that, I am most grateful.
Now to the actual blog:
One would think that one of the most important things when it comes to writing is your medium — your pen and paper or your laptop, etc. — but really it is your comfort. This is one of those things that one would think is common sense but when I first decided to start working on what I’m writing right now (the new blog and my novel) I didn’t really take into consideration the fact that it is summer in southern California and that we don’t have central air.
Why, oh, why?! is my room the hottest in the house? Sweat makes me uncomfortable. Heat makes my head foggy. So right now, I’m in a perfect storm for me not to be able to write anything that is particularly brilliant and if it’s not going to be be at least semi-brilliant, I see no reason to put it on a page.
Being comfortable in one’s workspace is equally important. For instance, despite the heat, I tried writing outside of my room because it is cooler in the rest of the house than my room. It’s very difficult to concentrate with the noise, I found. Plus, I was sweating (still) and it just wasn’t working. And THEN! (assuming you don’t live by yourself, you’ll be able to relate to this) my grandmother walks into the family room — where I was — and asks me what I am writing. That was really the last of what little comfort I had and I watched as it was thrown into the hot, stagnant air. I resigned from my task and placed my notebook down immediately. The whole experience did little for me except make me realize that I’m much to hard on my grandmother despite the fact that she happens to perform all of my pet-peeves.
Moral of the story stands as this: Be comfortable. I had to move outside in the evening before I could get any work done. If one is uncomfortable, there’s a possibility for the discomfort to creep throughout the body, through the arms, into the fingertips and unto the page before the eyes in a way that makes even the reader uncomfortable. And despite what schools believe (take note of my jab at the education system) being uncomfortable doesn’t increase performance. If you’re super cold, it’s not going to help you, if you hate the cold. If only you could see the mess that is my first draft of this blog post. It’s 10x messier than normal because my brain, due to the heat, has malfunctioned more than it does when I do math — well, actually, that’s a bit over-dramatic because I absolutely hate math…
Thanks for reading <3 Until next time…