Sometimes I wish I was one of those writers with compelling idiosyncracies. You know what I mean. An author with rock star requirements.
Debussy on the CD player. Soft velvet pillows arranged just so. The scent of lavender-vanilla incense on the air.
Wouldn't it be the epitome of artistic temperament to scream, "I can't write like this--I don't have my double latte with extra foam and a sprinkle of cinnamon!"
I know an author who writes in her nightgown. Another is inspired by medieval music. One of my friends does her best writing by candlelight. Even Nora Roberts has her trademark soft drinks and cigarettes.
Sometimes I drink coffee. Sometimes green tea. I always buy a new coffee cup when I start a new book, so that's something. But I seldom remember to drink out of it.
I can't write to music. I have a degree in music. If I put music on, I inevitably start analyzing the chord progressions and picking out counterpoint lines. Or worse, singing along.
I've tried scented candles. I LOVE scented candles. But I never remember to light them, or if I do, I forget to blow them out, and then I get wax all over my desk.
Pillows? Forget it. Pillows are for sleeping. Five minutes in a comfy nest of cushions, and I'm slumped over my laptop, making Z's.
I suppose if anyone asks, I'll just have to make up some quirky idiosyncracy. Maybe a bowl of M&Ms with the green ones picked out...
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