I was in the Palm Spring airport a couple of weeks ago, which is lovely. Due to the climate, a lot of it is outdoors, and still covered to keep out a lot of the heat while maintaining a breeze, the absolute zenith of experiences. And, there I was sitting in the expected churn of airport white noise - overhead announcements, people talking at expected levels, the human airport hum - when three guys set up a speaker and began playing music very loudly. They all smiled at the people sitting around them for reasons only known to themselves. Why? I don’t understand the need to increase noise levels. I also don’t understand the need to some people have to take speakerphone calls in public, so I imagine that the Venn diagram of those people is a circle.
Sounds like you really need a nice quiet Man Cave or Writer's Shed you can escape to at leisure or when time permits. If you find one, or maybe build yourself one, I offer to decorate it for you with lots of Writerly inspiring things.
I did a comment about the writing on the other piece but wanted to throw this out there too. Your frustration throughout is palpable and justified.☺️
Love this but, but after decades of seeking refuge I must suggest it's always a shit show unless you are a famous writer with a publisher waiting to catch your latest words. I wrote first novel standing at a bar waiting to get drinks to deliver, long hand. Second I was still childless and spoiled. Third, single mother, full-time highschool teacher only time 5-7am before driving like a bat out of hell to teach misrable teens Macbeth. You can do this. Anywhere. Just know you are doing it. There is no perfect set-up. It's all a lie.
I did. But I mostly polished wood and baked bread and lusted after the head monk. In fact, that was where I realized I had to write whenever and wherever but in the midst of life. The silence helped enormously in the long run but meanwhile-kill your editor and kill perfectionism and the critic. xxxx
This was my very first thought the beauty of a power backup. I have one that even uses solar power and plugs into my back pack. How did I live without this?
Yep - people "these days" have no concept that the whole world doesn't want to hear what they are saying/playing, or taking note of what the people around are doing that might need peace & quiet! But at least you got an enjoyable (to the reader ...) article out of it, eh? Like someone else mentioned, get a power bank for your laptop and then at least you can have more choice as to table/venue etc.
My Dude, you def need better noise cancelling headphones - the big ones, Air buds don't cut it. And a spare power brick for when your battery dies. Plus libraries, sometimes. (I guess I don't quite get why you can't write wherever you're staying, with the gigantic noise-blocking headphones over ear plugs - too expensive? (Got my daughter some for ear protection for yard work, not expensive, def effective. - worn over top-rated ear plugs..) Maybe even a portable small picnic table in your trunk. But I feel your pain... get a power brick! Never mind... good luck! Panera def ain't cutting it.
Gotcha. Boy, do I Gotcha. My everlasting wish is a quiet section of the beach, the plane, the train etc...god I wish people would shut up and be quiet. I loved this. Also Panera’s pick two has gotten so expensive that it’s not worth it anymore. And hang in there 🤓😊
I can so relate to this. Some days, it just seems like everyone's doing everything they can to keep me from doing the most important work I have to do. Laughed all the way through it.
This two part post is so real, and I really enjoyed taking that trip with you. You ARE a writer, and a terrific communicator. I feel the intensity of your words, and how much it means to you to be able to do this creative work.
You are batshit Funny !!! 😝😝
😱 whew thank you for the nature pics - i was wanting to scream at people for you!
I was in the Palm Spring airport a couple of weeks ago, which is lovely. Due to the climate, a lot of it is outdoors, and still covered to keep out a lot of the heat while maintaining a breeze, the absolute zenith of experiences. And, there I was sitting in the expected churn of airport white noise - overhead announcements, people talking at expected levels, the human airport hum - when three guys set up a speaker and began playing music very loudly. They all smiled at the people sitting around them for reasons only known to themselves. Why? I don’t understand the need to increase noise levels. I also don’t understand the need to some people have to take speakerphone calls in public, so I imagine that the Venn diagram of those people is a circle.
Sounds like you really need a nice quiet Man Cave or Writer's Shed you can escape to at leisure or when time permits. If you find one, or maybe build yourself one, I offer to decorate it for you with lots of Writerly inspiring things.
I did a comment about the writing on the other piece but wanted to throw this out there too. Your frustration throughout is palpable and justified.☺️
So damned funny. I want to save part two as I savor the humor and puns from part 1.
Eyes may be strawed has opened up a whole new world of kinder death threats!
Excellent
Ohhhh Mike I really feel this one. I'm a semi only child(long story) and solace is my own little world. Wave's own personal echo chamber.
I only seem to get the quiet when I least want it and vice versa. The BELLS THE BELLS!
Love this but, but after decades of seeking refuge I must suggest it's always a shit show unless you are a famous writer with a publisher waiting to catch your latest words. I wrote first novel standing at a bar waiting to get drinks to deliver, long hand. Second I was still childless and spoiled. Third, single mother, full-time highschool teacher only time 5-7am before driving like a bat out of hell to teach misrable teens Macbeth. You can do this. Anywhere. Just know you are doing it. There is no perfect set-up. It's all a lie.
I remember you used to go to a Buddhist retreat for weekends of silence. If they had a laptop suite, I’d be a resident.
I did. But I mostly polished wood and baked bread and lusted after the head monk. In fact, that was where I realized I had to write whenever and wherever but in the midst of life. The silence helped enormously in the long run but meanwhile-kill your editor and kill perfectionism and the critic. xxxx
This is SO good! And wonderful photos!
Thanks for this abduction!
Sounds like you need a power bank the size of a ghostbuster proton pack so you can travel far and wide away from the noise demons of the world.
This was my very first thought the beauty of a power backup. I have one that even uses solar power and plugs into my back pack. How did I live without this?
I ordered such a thing this week that has the capacity to charge up the phone 2-3 times. Might as well use the sunlight of summer for free!
Yep - people "these days" have no concept that the whole world doesn't want to hear what they are saying/playing, or taking note of what the people around are doing that might need peace & quiet! But at least you got an enjoyable (to the reader ...) article out of it, eh? Like someone else mentioned, get a power bank for your laptop and then at least you can have more choice as to table/venue etc.
My Dude, you def need better noise cancelling headphones - the big ones, Air buds don't cut it. And a spare power brick for when your battery dies. Plus libraries, sometimes. (I guess I don't quite get why you can't write wherever you're staying, with the gigantic noise-blocking headphones over ear plugs - too expensive? (Got my daughter some for ear protection for yard work, not expensive, def effective. - worn over top-rated ear plugs..) Maybe even a portable small picnic table in your trunk. But I feel your pain... get a power brick! Never mind... good luck! Panera def ain't cutting it.
Are there no ... libraries ... where you live?
My brain hurts for you. Writers need to write.
Water-solutable paper straws my son says taste like his math book pages...
... which raises the question why he would have any idea what his math book pages taste like? O.o
Somehow this crazy anecdote seemed a perfect comment to your clown car ride 😄
You’re a riot. You manage to even turn your frustration into a piece worth reading 😀
On to part II <speeds off into the distant>
Gotcha. Boy, do I Gotcha. My everlasting wish is a quiet section of the beach, the plane, the train etc...god I wish people would shut up and be quiet. I loved this. Also Panera’s pick two has gotten so expensive that it’s not worth it anymore. And hang in there 🤓😊
I can so relate to this. Some days, it just seems like everyone's doing everything they can to keep me from doing the most important work I have to do. Laughed all the way through it.
This two part post is so real, and I really enjoyed taking that trip with you. You ARE a writer, and a terrific communicator. I feel the intensity of your words, and how much it means to you to be able to do this creative work.