My porch was calling me
Feeling a bit on the romantic or whimsical side this morning I had a longing to run to my porch and use my journal. It was still too cool outdoors when I had that desire so I remained indoors. That doesn’t mean you won’t find me out there later scribbling away. It is warming up nicely as the day progresses.
At any rate, I got to thinking about all the places that I’ve used my journal over the years and found that I’m actually pretty flexible. When it comes to writing in my journal I usually seek comfort and quiet but neither of those conditions are mandatory. I can write in the passenger (or back) seat of a moving vehicle or while sitting in a soft comfy chair in the living room while wild antics are being displayed across the room by my rambunctious grandkiddos.
While I like to have a solid surface on which to place my journal, like my desk or a table, I can manage to write with my thighs as the (mostly) horizontal plane.
I can’t write in the dark, but dim I can handle. So, while a lamp or sunlight are great, even twilight can be sufficient. For that matter, just as the sun is coming over the horizon I’m sometimes found on the porch I mentioned earlier with pen in hand.
What tugs my journal writing heart strings
Being a bit of a romantic sort, I also enjoy sitting near my fireplace while making entries. And, lovely fountains in public places pull at my journal writing heart strings.
Where do you go to write in your journal?
Where do you like to be when you are writing in your journal? What atmosphere do you prefer? Do you always go to the same place to write? Or do you change it up?