Counting Stars

As soon as I sit down to write, I turn on the laptop, open the working iPad and turn on on the three lights. The backlight behind the computer, the nightlight underneath the computer so I can see my keyboards and a desk lamp next to me that points up at the ceiling. Behind me I have Christmas lights on, they always make me feel happy.

My eyes are not that good so I tend to need a bit more light when I am writing. Once I have everything ready to go, I turn on a white noise machine, put on my headphones and listen to the same playlist of music from 2010. It is mostly instrumental with no vocals or foreign language music I can listen to without thinking about it. I also like an app called myNoise, the cafe noise, and the AIRPORT noise is great for working. This coming from someone who never ever not once sat in coffee shops to write. Sitting in coffee shops to write seems so performative to me, like, LOOK AT ME, I am writing.

Writing for me is a very intimate process, and I feel like I can get so much more done by locking myself in my room and getting to work with zero distractions.

When I am ready to write, it feels like I am strapping myself into a cockpit, a comfy chair, two screens, my iPhone for music and a second smaller iPad for doing other searches, the other bigger iPad is strictly for working on the book. The smaller iPad is for everything else. Which means I am surrounded by technology, cups of coffee and pot - edibles and bud. I like Wana Hybrid the best, it gets me where I need to be. And they taste pretty good, too.

I usually get up around 5 or 6 p.m. and as soon as the sun goes down, I strap myself in this writing cockpit Around 10 p.m. and work through the night and into the morning. I occasionally check the news for a break, and now jotting something down for this blog, but I can usually stay focused and writing for up to six or seven hours at a time without stopping. I am sometimes shocked to look at the clock and see that 8 hours had flown by and it makes me sad that I have to stop, it always feels like I just got started.

 
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