Ever since moving to Franklin, I had been planning on becoming a local at the library and coffee shops. I even set aside a small budget for coffee, books, newspapers, etc.
That’s what a writer does, right?
Well if that’s what a writer does, I’ve been breaking ceilings and boundaries.
Did you ever read the introduction or exposition of a book? Like a really, really old book, not The Fault in Our Stars (which by the way, John Green is awesome). Chances are, you skipped the exposition. No worries though, I read it for you!
Within each introduction of a novel is typically a brief biography of the particular author. Just as in any art form, you can discover many parallels of an author’s life and their work. Narratives become livelier when you realize the voice behind them.
However, most of these classics were written from home.
Countless days spent in solitude have produced some of the most beautiful pieces of written work.
I used to feel obligated to work among other people.
In a coffeeshop.
Among the stacks in a library.
Between the tables at a café.
There’s nothing wrong with feeding off the energy and creativity with others. Most of the time, I find myself opting to do so.
Every once in awhile I find myself in a season of peace in the solitude: I love to take advantage of the time and space I have to write, relax, and withdraw from everything.
Everyone needs a balance.
There are days for staying in, and there are days for going out.
Whatever day it is, creativity doesn’t have boundaries.