In a recent post asking about your Favorite Places to Write, we received this wonderful response from Beverly:
“When I was young, a mom, housekeeper, etc., I used to steal minutes to write anywhere I could to write. Now I have the great luxury of choosing where, when and how long to sit and think. As I told my Rhodia journal a few weeks ago, “I used to dream of this when the baby spilled her milk while the three-year-old needed his shoe tied and his elbow scrape cleaned and bandaged while the phone rang. Finally, the baby had eaten and was down for her nap and the boy, also. In the few minutes of quiet I would grab my journal spotted with “Gerbers”, top cover bent, find an old #2 pencil stub (short, blunt, the eraser long gone) and I would begin writing about our rather chubby new postman whom, it was rumored, had 2 former wives by previous routes. In our quiet little suburban tract, with it’s daily routines and unremarkable news, the romantic postman was an “item”. Nobody in our little nest of “Lanes” and “Circles” ever “caught his eye”. We thought Wife #3 must be a “glamour puss” and wondered which part of our route their house was. I barely had time to jot those few lines down before it was time to start supper.
Now I love to write in my big, comfy, plaid recliner. My lamps provide excellent light and I have one of those curved boards that fits across the arms. I recline to the “almost-upright” position, have all my Rhodia Notebooks, pens and pencils, erasers, stapler and so on a nearby shelf. Sometimes I make lists: to-do, to-buy, to-call–“To think-about”, whatever. Most of the time I write in my journal. If my mind is bland, or muddled, I choose some, or one, of my folders” “Articles”, Poetry”, “Re-Reads”, “Saved Correspondence”, “Quotes”. The contents always turn me down a path, that I hadn’t remembered earlier.”