Blogger's Note: I'm cheating a bit on this one, because technically it's taken almost entirely from a comment I left on a post in Jacqui's Room entitled "A Room of One's Own."
I have no space of my own. To get in the mood, I tell the kids I need to write; set up a card table in the bedroom; get Trevor a drink and ask him why he never wants anything to do with me until I need to write; fire up my laptop; ask Jodi if she'll remind the kids that when Puck barks, it means he wants to come in; pull up a chair; calmly remind the kids I need to write; answer a few emails; write a lame Facebook status update; visit Jacqui's Room and Hubba's House (see Friends and Good People, at right) for half an hour; bark at the kids that, although I've yet to write anything, I am write-ING, and they need to play downstairs or outside if they are going to be loud; complain to myself that it's too quiet; build a custom playlist for the day's fiction; open a beer; and press play. Later I counteract the beer with a cup of green tea or black coffee.
Music is critical. For the kung-fu screenplay, it was indie hip-hop (like current local fave Doomtree) and traditional Chinese music on shuffle. For the fantasy novel, country/folky/bluesy stuff seems to work - She & Him, Neko Case, Carla Bruni (yes, the supermodel first lady of France sings), etc. ...
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