when i read a thing on the internet i often wonder about the state of the writer when he or she wrote it.
i imagine donny or robyn sitting at a kitchen table in the middle of the night with some really yummy snack that may or may not have been free,
amanda ameer slightly drunk in an old leather chair with a glass of chardonnay or whatevs and laughing the entire time,
will in a desk chair at a clean desk with notes, an outline, google, his thinking cap, and a cup of water.
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above is where i write from. in my bedroom, it is half desk/half vanity and it is where all sorts of thoughts and things run around my person. i usually write first thing in the morning with a cup of black coffee, non-ideal posture, and morning music playing {sometimes i get too excited and can't wait to write everything down so i forget the music and coffee}. this morning it was my mid-may playlist. depending on when the inspiration strikes me, i could be fully dressed and ready for the day, i could be just out of the shower and still in a robe, i could be alternating mascara and blush with photo editing and word barfing and gchatting with mum. occasionally i write at night, at which point i pump up da steve reich or edith piaf and pour some red velvet tea or wild tea vodka or both. i try to keep it luxurious.
-yeh!