Last month I went to a week-long skating competition for my EDJ, and I’ll admit that for the first time I wasn’t 100% gung-ho thrilled to be going. I had final edits for ONE HOT SECOND, the latest Bitterthorn contemporary romance coming out in August from Carina Press. I was stuck in revision hell on a four-part contemporary romance miniseries I’m self-publishing later this year. I’m blocking out the next Bitterthorn book that I’d like to get done before summer is over (we’ll see about that one, *eye roll*). Work travel was going to drag me away from all that, and I wasn’t a happy camper.
As I sat at the plane’s gate getting my grump on, I spotted a guy thumb-typing on his phone, oblivious to the world. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, thinking the dude had to be working on the world’s longest text message when it hit me—he probably wasn’t texting, but working. Right there, in the middle of airport madness.
So I got my phone out and started doing the same.
It wasn’t as impossible as I thought. Normally I don’t like distractions around me when I write. But sometimes you just don’t have the luxury of being Little Miss Diva Fussybritches. If I wanted to get both my jobs done–and I did–I’d have to make my writing “office” anywhere… even if it was an airport or an ice arena.
Once I got that through my thick skull, it was like an internal switch was thrown. By the time we were scheduled to fly home, I had accomplished SO MUCH, and I was glad I’d had the experience. A future Bitterthorn book had a chapter-by-chapter outline. A sticking point in my current project had been ironed out, complete with dialogue. During the flight home, I wrote an entire chapter in a journal I had picked up along the way (talk about writer’s cramp, heh). Who knew that I could actually be retrained to work in a chaotic atmosphere?
I’ve come across comments of would-be writers, saying that they never have any writing time to get the job done. Before this trip, I understood that completely. But now I know better. An old dog (me 😉 ) can learn new tricks. So no more excuses. If you want to write, do it. Don’t wait for peace and quiet. Don’t wait for the perfect setting. “Perfect” is never going to happen, so just sit your butt in a chair—or a stool, or a lobby sofa or the freaking concrete floor beside an ice arena—and write.