1) I cannot write at home. I just can't do it. "Home" encompasses everywhere I have to sleep (so, dorm room too). It becomes a concern for me where I can go next to write. I feel weird going to the same cafes, so I'm always on the lookout for a new place.
2) The smell of coffee stimulates my imagination. I learned in psychology that the part of your brain that processes smells is connected to the part that processes memory. So the sense of smell can bring back memories better than any other sense. I don't necessarily have to drink coffee (although that helps too), but I like being in a place that smells like coffee. The smell of books (ie library) helps too. Borders, with its mixture of books and coffee, is the ideal place for me to get my write on. It also lacks free wi-fi, which is great, because I can't get distracted.
3) The only way I can get through my academic texts is by making up stories while I read them. It sounds kind of hard, but when it's history, it really isn't. In fact, I get bursts of inspiration for my novel while I'm doing homework Like when I'm reading an article on the trend of the modern family pre-Industrial Revolution in northwest Europe, I can wonder about what it was like to live back then? What kind of tales did they have to tell? Setting? Description? It all leads to great fodder for writing. You do what you have to in order to survive the massive busy work professors assign. For me, that involves making the texts into some kind of story. Everyone likes reading stories, right?
That's it. Can't wait to see what everyone else has to say. Happy Labor Day!
Tuesday: Somewhere Nowhere In My Kingdom
Wednesday: Flames and Shadows
Thursday: Girl With A Notebook
Friday: Sometimes Helpful Nonsense