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 Spot
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.