Alright, here I go. I am leaving the house. Without my children. I am going to go write. Because I am a writer!
I am unsure of what to wear. Probably not this old t-shirt the baby’s diaper leaked on a few minutes ago. What do writers wear when they work?
Overalls certainly aren’t business-casual, but they make me feel professional. There’s a self-assurance that comes along with this particular article of clothing. People in overalls know what they’re doing with their lives. Plus the pockets are nice to have. I’ll wear the overalls.
Where should I go? A coffee shop? Isn’t 5pm too late for more caffeine? Do any breweries around here have WiFi? Would a beer make me sleepy? I’ll just go to the coffee shop.
Does this chai latte have less caffeine than coffee? Surely it does, right? Let me Google it. One third the amount of caffeine. So that’s good.
Okay, my favorite table is available. The small one near the back door with an outlet. It’s a good people-watching spot. Not too quiet back here, but also not too loud. I won’t need to use my headphones which is good because I forgot to pack my headphones.
Is that the Portlandia theme song playing? It’s an actual song? I’ll Google it. Feel It All Around by Washed Out. I wonder if Carrie Brownstein has this much trouble being productive.
Time to get down to business. Look at me, sitting here writing. I just wrote three paragraphs without stopping! Someone should be paying me to do this. I’m unstoppable over here.
These paragraphs are all garbage.
I wonder why that guy is wearing a cowboy hat. You don’t see many cowboys in the city. Is he going to a rodeo? Do people drink coffee before going to the rodeo?
Back to writing. Well, that last 200 words wasn’t so bad. I think I could make this into something.
My phone buzzed! A text! My friend started watching Fleabag. I loved that show. I wonder if Phoebe Waller-Bridge has this much trouble being productive.
Phoebe Waller-Bridge is 5’10”. I just Googled it. Only one inch taller than me. She looks taller than that on TV.
Is my laptop bigger than everyone else’s here? It definitely is. Should I be self-conscious about that? I feel the need to explain to everyone that my husband is an accountant so we needed to get the computer that had a full number keypad.
My husband isn’t actually an accountant anymore. He’s a financial analyst now. I don’t know what financial analysts do. I’ve Googled it with little-to-no added clarity.
I have 20 minutes before I should head home. Come on, Amy, get to it.
Ten minutes left. I’m finally primed and ready to go!
Look at that: a Google Doc full of words. Cue the “Hallelujah” chorus. The sentences are awkward and the grammar needs work, but the words are out there. Isn’t that the whole point of this– to get words onto the page?
Some days writing feels like making music, melodic and sweet. Today it felt like haphazardly swinging a butterfly net, hoping to catch something beautiful. I did it though. I left the house, opened my laptop, and chased the words around.
Time to head home. That was so productive! I think it’s because I wore my overalls.
This post was written as part of a blog hop with Exhale—an online community of women pursuing creativity alongside motherhood, led by the writing team behind Coffee + Crumbs. Click here to read the next post in this series “Write Anyway.”