Where Do You Write?

The Task:
Imagine two different venues for writing – one that seems most suited to you, and one that you would find bizarre or too difficult. Write a paragraph describing two writers at work, one in each of the venues.

'morning Jo! how are you my love?' calls John as I come through the door. 'good thanks! Can I have a flat white and a tuna melt please when you're ready? You good this morning?' I reply, and he smiles warmly nodding to confirm he is, indeed, 'good' as i make my way to my favourite corner of John's small but perfectly formed cosy cafe. The place is starting to get busy, mums and toddlers are gathering raucously around the large table in the back room, and a couple of the regular staff are ferrying babycinos back and forth, careful to avoid tripping over buggies or standing on tiny fingers. I settle back in my favourite arm chair, from here the whole of the cafe is a stage, and I can watch the flow of characters and appreciate each scene as it unfolds during the day. I plug my laptop in and set out my journal on the table, pushing the computer towards the back of the dark wood surface as my coffee arrives. mmmm, freshly ground. Now the day can start, now i can write...


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A warm breeze floats across my skin, the sun is warm on my back, and the only sounds in the world are the birds chattering and the distant hum of a lawnmower in the park. I love the idea of sitting out here on the patio with a coffee and my laptop and just writing, letting the words flow from my head through my hands to the screen, but it just doesn't happen. The chair needs a cushion from indoors, and now it is too high so i need to put my feet up on the other chair. The laptop feels precarious balanced on my lap now, but I determine to continue. The sun comes out from behind a cloud momentarily blinding me. Where are my sun glasses?! I swap seats, but now the glare means i can't see a thing on the screen. The sun goes back behind a cloud, revealing not only my screen but a rash of goosebumps along my forearms. I have been out here for 20 minutes and so far, i have written two words. Time to head back in and back to the desk. I'll just finish my coffee, and pull that weed up...