Having a comfortable place to write is important to me. It should have everything I need. It should be inviting, clean and pleasing to the senses.
That seems like too much to ask. Maybe I should learn to write in crowds, or at a restaurant, or on the beach. But I know I can’t. It’s a feature of my INFJ personality (extroverted sensing so my surrounding environment affects me), and it’s also because I’m a highly sensitive person(HSP).
If I’m surrounded by mess, or the temperature is too high or low…if the wind is blowing my hair across my face… if there are too many ants crawling on the picnic table… if there is a strong smell of smoke or perfume or garbage… if I’m hungry or thirsty and I’m far from refreshment… if television is playing in the background, or loud conversations or music is part of the environment… if there are frequent interruptions … or any conditions that might affect me in a negative way, it is nearly impossible for me to focus.
Today’s prompt suggested that I try writing from a different location. But I don’t have one right now. That happens to be one of the more annoying aspects of my current circumstances.
I write from a couch, which also happens to be my bed. And sometimes I write at work when I have the opportunity.
I enjoy nature. But a cold front has just moved into central Florida, and I’m not eager to go anywhere outside.
I don’t even have a clean table to work on. It’s not my house, and I’m not up to cleaning it right now.
I need a place of my own. I’m working on it. But I’ve been displaced.
I’ve never had a place of my own to write. I don’t know what that feels like.