Training To Be A Writer
May 28, 2011
I write on the train.
It’s bumpy, it’s noisy, it’s crowded, it’s hot, but I like it. For some reason it’s the perfect place to concentrate. (I do check my email every five seconds on the iphone, but let’s not talk about that right now.)
The thing is, I ride the train from Connecticut to NYC every day, over two hours a day, and it turns out that it’s the only place I can really get any writing done.
I can’t write at home. At home is where the couch is, and where the TV is, and where the dogs are, and where all sorts of non-writing activities are.
On the weekends in the summer I’ll go to Barnes & Noble, supposedly to write, but mainly to order the delicious frozen lemonade concoctions they have and browse the shelves. On the weekends in the winter, I’ll go to the library, supposedly to write, but mainly to order the delicious hot chocolates from the library cafe and browse the magazines.
That leaves the train. Thank God for the train.
So if you ever hear me complain about how long my commute is, please remind me that it’s what enabled me to become a published author.
Do you think Metro North Railroad will want a cut of my enormous royalties?
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