Writing spot

I slipped away to work on another edit of my novel, as I sometimes do on Saturday mornings. When I first started my novel, I had a special writing “spot” I went to regularly (a cozy Panera Bread in Richmond, VA). And in my new city, I have not had a writing “spot”–to be honest, it has been hard to find time to write or edit! But this morning, I went back to my favorite chain bistro (a la new city) to get a lot done.

And, of course, I distracted myself with writing something else. A poem. About writing. You may not care, but writers like me will (hopefully) get it. And then I went back to work.

Writing SpotClose up computer
by Sara Marie Allen

When I’m stuck or tired
Or it’s been a long time,
I hunker down
In my writing spot.
Where the energy
Of food,
Of noise,
Of relationships,
Of coming and going
Infuses me,
A booster for
My isolated soul.
And then I reach out
To those who
Only breathe
On the page,
On my screen,
In my mind.
And they live and laugh and love.

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About saramarieallen

Poet. Singer. Writer. Mom.
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4 Responses to Writing spot

  1. anncall62 says:

    Sara….I love to read your poems and look forward to reading your novel too! I think of you and your sweet family often, and wonder how you are all getting along. Please know that you and your family are still loved and missed!! Love, Ann Call

  2. And then I reach out
    To those who
    Only breathe
    On the page,
    On my screen,
    In my mind.
    And they live and laugh and love.

    Sara, you’re brilliant.

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