The Write Spot, Part 2

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Last week I wrote about my failed attempt to get serious writing done at home. The following week, I decided to venture back to the library.

Instead of sitting in the back corner in the section marked “Silent Zone,” I found a more central area, not directly under the AC, that was, at least initially, quiet.

Then someone I couldn’t see carried on a phone conversation at full volume. Minutes later, a librarian, of all people, explained to a patron the organizational system of the book stacks at even greater volume. And finally, an older gentleman asked if the seat next to me was taken. When I said no, he responded, “Now it is,” and plunked down with a waft of week-old body odor, dropped his pile of newspapers next to him, then crinkled through them one by one, all the while taking rattling breaths that twice made me check to be sure he hadn’t actually fallen asleep and was snoring.

After a while, I got hungry and my phone battery was near death, so I got up and left. I’d lasted about an hour and a half, during which time I’d edited two and a half pages.

Two. And a half. Pages?!?!

I went home, plugged in my phone, took up my position on my comfy bed, food and drink next to me, and got back to work for about forty minutes.

Then my bedroom door opened slowly.

I saw no one before it shut again. I went back to work.

A minute later, the door thudded open, as Joe pushed his ride-on airplane into the room, then onto the bed, and climbed up after it. He pressed the button that plays music and proceeded to dance for me, shaking his little body back and forth and jumping up and down, including on my feet. It was, admittedly, disarmingly cute.

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The airplane that proceeded my son into the room. Its expression clearly states, “You will stop working or else!”

Next week I’ll just sit in my car in the driveway.

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  1. Good luck with the car. One advantage of getting old is I do have that quiet space at home. But honestly there are days I wish for those noisy little kids running around. But if the choice is between your little guy jumping on the bed and the old guy sharing his body odor with you, I’m sure you will choose the little guy! πŸ™‚

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  2. I know an old couple where the husband and wife take turns sitting in their car in the driveway in the sun. They say they do this to get warm. But I think they just want to get away from each other.

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  3. Our library has a separate room where no one is allowed to talk or disturb others. The other areas are pretty loud and we treat it like a place for socializing 😊
    Early morning when everyone is still sleeping, I get my work done at the dining table!
    Also, my previous neighbors had kids and grandkids in their home and whenever they needed a break, I have seen them watching movies and reading newspapers and magazines in their car! I think that’s a great place to focus πŸ™‚

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  4. I’m giggling at your numerous attempts to find a quiet working place – but it is a serious issue when a library can’t be trusted to provide the requisite environment for work. Ahhh…but how could you ignore the plane or your son. If the car is warm it might be the last refuge for you! Good luck! Wishing you a very happy Thanksgiving! πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

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  5. Locks on the door are wonderful! I can’t even use the bathroom without somebody sitting on my bed and talking through the door in the bathroom. I started this years ago when I came out of the bathroom and there on my bed sat my husband, grandkids and the dog! Now it get’s locked whenever I go in there…lol

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  6. You could have told Joe you never gave him clearance to land, so he had to fly a holding pattern in the living room until air traffic control (you) were ready for him. IN any case, it’s a good thing winter in San Diego area is warmer than it is here πŸ˜€ That’s one nice thing about an empty nest: it’s only me and hubs, although he has an annoying habit of having the TV on ALL, THE. TIME. Thank goodness there’s a comfy recliner in the bedroom, aka makeshift writing room.

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