Where would you like to write?

Sorry, I have neglected this blog.
I have began a free online writing course, here is a sample of an exercise.

Writing spaces

 

I would like to write in -

A light and airy round or hexagonal place set within the grounds of a private garden. A large table at perfect laptop typing height and a cushion comfortable chair. Wall space for inspirational pictures but lots of windows too. Sounds of nature only, maybe a quiet wooden wind chime in the distance.

 

A beam of sunlight filtered through the slightly dusty windows, creating a patch of gold on the honey coloured floorboards. A slight breeze entered the open door carrying birdsong, a lazy buzz of a fat bumblebee and the faint clack of a wooden wind chime. Her fingers clicked over the laptop keyboard, an unconscious huff of upward breath removed the falling fringe that threatened to disturb her concentration. Her nose twitched and she sneezed. She straightened her back slightly in the soft cushioned chair as her eyes focussed on the inspiration board placed between two large windows. A soft sigh and a wry smile. Her thoughts and fingers returned to her story.

 

I would not like to write in –

A crowded café. Small table and a hard chair. Table and chair getting knocked, coat being brushed from the back of the chair as people squeeze by. Chat. Laughter and the swish of newspapers being opened. The noise of the coffee machine and cash machine. The door opening to let in bursts of cold air and new disturbances.

 

She put her pen down and supressed her frustration as another full shopping bag pushed past the small round table. She lifted her bottom slightly from the hard seat to relive the numbness that was spreading down her legs.

            ‘Sorry,’ said a loud voice above her head. She picked her coat up from the floor and draped it awkwardly across her knees. Taking a deep breath of coffee and rain infused air she looked around. A man was juggling a hot coffee and a slightly damp newspaper that refused to open or fold in the way he wanted it to. She glanced away quickly as he looked at her with a frown. Her eyes were drawn to a group of young girls, crowded around a table, giggling at something on a phone. The gurgle and swish of the coffee machine and cash till created a musical background as she picked up her pen and sketched the scene in words, briefly.

The door opened, bringing in a fresh gust of damp air and new inspiration.