Patrick decided that the creative juices weren’t flowing fast enough in the flat, and I agree. It’s so stuffed with, well, stuff, and also with nervous energy that we get blocked. So we’ve taken to writing outside for about 3 hours most days. Favorite spots are the Southbank (pictured) as we can just walk across Waterloo bridge. That place is good for sunny, warm days. It’s been cold recently, so we’ve tried inside the National Gallery and today in the British Museum. Coffee shops are good too, but we are not in the position where we can actually afford a cup of coffee from an actual coffee shop.
Some days are really good, and we are inspired by the muse. Today sucked. Maybe the British Museum is not a good place for us. I think the best place for us to write would be New Orleans. We are working toward doing a 2-3 month trip there at the end of June. Longer if we can manage it. We’ll have to rent out the room, which means getting rid of a lot of stuff. Gotta go. I’m depressing myself now.
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Mr. Clio
Walker Percy always said New Orleans proper is a terrible place to write (or at least it was for him). New Orleans is too much of a place for the write. One needs (or at least he needed) a no-place, perhaps just outside of or apart from a “place.”
Is London too much of a place? Does Karl Marx’s ghost hang too heavy in the British Museum?
Just trying to distract you with heavy questions . . ..
Now find a place to write, shut up (though talk a little on the blog), and do your work.
daneeta loretta
Walker’s “no-place” for me is da Parish. London is “too much of a place” when I’m trying to write about da Parish. The wrong references pop into my head. The rhythm of the language is different…not right. I am constantly fighting against this. It’s exhausting. Southbank is good because it’s on the river, and I can almost see the Mississippi in front of me. I can almost smell it.