Habit. When I typed that out just now I wanted to keep going and write “habitat” instead. But the two can go hand-in-hand, depending on the way you look at it. Now I can only speak for myself, but I think each individual writer builds their own “habitat” or “nest” for when they write; their own creative space that allows them to get into that special mode for putting ink to paper.
My own habitat is still in-the-works. It’s such an odd space filled with windows and doors on every wall. I want to do something more with it but time and budget are both against me. I almost bought a shelf earlier this year that would have finally taken care of replacing a mishmash collection of storage units I gained from my mother. Half the time a pile of papers ends up on either side of my chair on the floor because my desk isn’t big enough. And the other half of the time is spent cleaning that pile up.
But isn’t that how many of us are? We’re so focused on our projects that we ignore the habitat we’ve created for ourselves. It’s become…habit. There are, however, other aspects of my writer’s habitat I do love. I love my constant stream of kpop, big band or soundtrack music to keep me inspired. I love the various posters on my wall of things that keep me motivated. And I even love the slight mess that is always constant.
One of these days I’ll truly have my habitat sorted out. In the meantime I’ll continue to dream.