Write Anywhere #10

Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Maugham, Twain, Christie, Dylan Thomas, Graham Greene and a plethora of lesser known names have something in common besides being writers. They wrote in hotels. A little room where they could focus on their writing. Where food, drink (plenty of it in some cases) and other needs were met, so the focus was the writing. Being in a different place, but a place that’s YOUR place for the moment, may help get the creative synapses popping.

Write Anywhere #10: Hotel Room

lovely hotel retreat

I spent three days in a beautiful hotel and had a lot of quiet time to reflect. The desk cleared of everyday clutter invited me to sit and write, to cover it with notebooks, folders and computer. It’s not something I’m able to do on a regular basis, but I’ll definitely do it again if time and finances permit. If you feel you’re never making time for your writing, buy it a room for a night, get it some room service and see where your Muse takes you.

And now…

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Question: What’s your most interesting or unusual hotel experience (keep it clean!)?

3 thoughts on “Write Anywhere #10

  1. I had such great plans a few weeks ago. I spent four day in a hotel in Prescott Valley and I planned to get tons of writing done. My laptop started acting up and by the second day I had to shut it down to keep myself from throwing it out the window. Sometimes, things just don’t go the way we plan.
    Thanks so much for mentioning my blog! I always enjoy yours.


  2. Technology can be both a blessing and a curse! My hubby makes fun of all my scraps of paper, but paper can’t get the blue screen of death LOL Where is Prescott Valley? Did you enjoy the place even without the writing I hope?
    I loved your post about being fifty. It was funny and real. Your blog rocks! 🙂


  3. Thanks so much for mentioning my post! Your pingback was sent to my spam folder, which I only check once a week, so I’m sorry for the late reply. x_x I don’t know why it did that.

    Seriously, though, I have this odd dream of writing in a seedy hotel room with a bottle of whiskey (which I don’t even drink) and a pack of cigarettes (which I don’t smoke). It’s one of those authentic “this is so bad for me, but it allows me to be honest and angry and loved for it” situations. =P


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