I find myself needing a space in which to write. Not just a physical space; I need mental space, and mental clarity. I’m thinking of asking for time off work.
I’m not writing enough because I’m crowded in by my thoughts. So many things to think, so much to process; it’s a distraction from within. I can’t escape myself, no matter how hard I try. I need to find a place of quiet, or I’ll never get anything done.
I’ve often had a vision of a place that would be perfect for writing. It would be a library, but with many comfortable chairs all around for people to sit and read. It would have convenient hot beverages, free wifi, and a strict set of rules to enforce the serenity of the environment. I could sit and write for hours, sipping green tea, and encapsulated in my own small bubble.