I’ve found myself in a rut. As a full-time writer, I’ve always valued being able to work from home. I mean, who wouldn’t want to got to work in their pajamas? The problem is that while I’m in my pajamas, so is my brain. I’ve noticed that domestic distractions are taking over my work hours and I need to get a handle on it before it goes any further.
In lieu of building a home office, I’ve opted for the local coffee shop as my new creative wonder world. After the first day at my new “office,” it was clear that I’d made the right choice. Working in a public place has silenced the pull of Facebook, TMZ, People, and Google. Although I still get the itch to check on my virtual farm, island, and café, pure embarrassment provides a nice out.
There is a lot to be said for the psychological effects of getting dressed in non-pajama clothes. I find myself feeling stronger, more confident, and even bursting with creativity. Who knew that a pair of blue jeans would be my kryptonite and the salvation of my career?
Hey writers, what is your kryptonite?
~tbk
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