Saturday, September 26, 2015

Here's Where I Work...Sometimes

Posted by: R.L. Naquin

Not a recent picture. So tidy!
Due to the magic of theme weeks, this is my third week in a row on Here Be Magic. I’m currently working on two different projects at the same time—Unamused Muse and a Super-Secret Related Thing I’ll be revealing in another week or two. As a result, my brain is a little scrambled, rendering me unable to get much done on either project. So scrambled, in fact, I spent a good chunk of today writing my HBM blog post for another theme week, which, I realized too late, isn’t for several more weeks.

On the bright side, at least my next post is already written.

But I’m not a quitter! I’ve got something else for you today. I’ve seen a lot of writers show pictures of their workspaces. I work a lot of different places. Let me show you!

We’ll start with my home office. I take my ceramic tumbler that looks like a Disneyland paper cup, my work cat Molly, and my laptop up the stairs.

Yes. I have a work cat. I have work pajamas, too. Okay, really, all my pajamas are work pajamas, but only Molly can come into my office when I’m working. She’s less likely to knock things over or park under the wheels of my chair or cry really loud because she wants attention. She’s my buddy. See? That’s her watching the cannibal house out the window.
Much more recent. I need a maid.

Sometimes, though, I need to get out of the house. When that happens, I have options. The people at Starbucks don’t care if I park myself and stay for eight hours straight. I make sure I get up and buy something every few hours, and I drop a tip in the jar so they know I appreciate them. I’ve also been known to stake out a spot in a Panera for awhile, but I don’t stay there for nearly as long. I don’t think I’ve lasted more than three or four hours at a Panera. Honestly, it’s harder to find an outlet there sometimes, so that makes a difference.

I don’t have a picture of Starbucks or Panera for you. You probably already know what they look like.

I moved way over so you could see the view.
The best days are gorgeous, sunny days when all I want to do is go for a long drive and work out the kinks in my current story or plan a brand new story. On those days, I have a special place I go, a lake that’s about thirty minutes from my house. Maybe a little more. I can pull into a spot right up to the edge of the water. And I whip out my crazy steering wheel desk.

I first heard about this silly thing when George Takei was making fun of it on Facebook. He’d written a hilarious review about driving while using the desk. Very funny, George. I bookmarked it and asked for it for my birthday. And it’s awesome. I finished my last book while using that thing. I’m a California girl residing in Kansas. I need water to look at. It makes me happy and productive.

I’ve written in hotel lobbies, a Perkins restaurant, cabins in the middle of nowhere, and once, the back office of a movie theater.

But the place I work most often when I’m not in my office is a grocery store. That’s right. Being a full-time writer is incredibly glamorous, isn’t it? It’s actually a perfect spot. The wifi—while not great—is free. There are a bazillion outlets. If I get hungry, there’s a salad bar, fresh sushi, a deli, and a cafeteria-style area that serves fried chicken and Chinese food. I can grab groceries before I leave.
I don't know who those people are. 
And best of all, they have a Starbucks inside the store. My local writers group started meeting here because it has enough room for everybody, even during NaNoWriMo when our numbers temporarily swell.

And I’m here right now with my husband, who’s also a writer, but still has to go to his day job, so needs some writing time. See? There’s his elbow. And that’s the mini-Starbucks on the left through the doorway.

Once upon a time, I thought I could only write if I was at home, in absolute quiet, with nobody else in the house. That was a long time ago. I’m not so delicate anymore.

But I sure do like that steering wheel desk.



Rachel writes stories that drop average people into magical situations filled with heart and quirky humor.

She believes in pixie dust, the power of love, good cheese, lucky socks and putting things off until the last minute. Her home is Disneyland, despite her current location in Kansas. Rachel has one husband, two grown kids and a crazy-catlady starter kit.





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4 comments:

  1. I'm impressed. I didn't write some stuff on my vacations, but I've never translated them from Lizajibberish into English.

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  2. Liza, when you're on vacation, you're supposed to rest!

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