Writing Outside the Home
Thank God, I say, that spring has finally arrived here in NYC, and I can now wake up at a reasonably early hour without it being dark out at the same time. More daylight hours equals more writing hours for this working writer--an interesting switch for me to be sure, considering, not long ago, I tended to write from the early evening on into the wee hours of the night, falling into bed shortly thereafter...
I've recently joined The Writers Room on Broadway and 8th--a perfect 20 min walk from my place in Tribeca if the weather's nice, or an easy 2 subway stops on the R or the 6 if it isn't. A big open loft on the top floor of a beautiful old building, the WR has already proven to be a Godsend in just the few weeks I've been working here: before, I'd dread waking up in the morning, knowing that, after I showered up and downed my coffee, my commute was all of several feet to my workspace. Like: there it was, right there, there was no escaping it, and it would never, ever leave...
There's something about writing a few feet from where you eat, live, and sleep that can, over time, be subtly soul crushing, as if you're never off the clock, never truly free from it. (Many might argue that this is just the curse of being a writer: like having so many homework assignments that are never really finished, with more being added to the pile all the time...) But I'm finding now that a big part of this mindset was in fact simply because I had no separation between my writing life and "everything else"--now that I have some place to go every day, some excuse to get out of the house, I'm finding more and more that writing CAN be something to look forward to, provided it takes place at a different location altogether, you pre-schedule a set number of hours that you'll be working at said location each and every day, and when you leave, you're done. That's it. Anything else writing-wise that comes to mind for the rest of the day, it gets bumped to the next.
Professional athletes don't work out at home, they join a gym--and I'm now of the mind that writers should adopt the same attitude. As a result of my joining and commuting to the WR each day, I'm now enjoying perhaps the most disciplined writing schedule I've ever had: several unbroken hours a day, 7 days a week. Of course, being single and sober certainly helps--a year ago my evenings and weekends would've been obligated to a girlfriend, or to my drinking buddies, or what have you--now it's just the work and nothing else. (As Nietzsche put it: "Give my art and a little bread, I need nothing more.") Still, one has to live a little bit (even us writers!)--here's thinking I'll be getting back into reading the Tarot, learning rock guitar, and finally getting my motorcycle license, all in the months to come. More soon... (Spring 2011)