I’ve discovered a new way to write. I start as soon as I set foot in the elevator and I continue until I’ve crossed the threshold of my office door. Nothing can stop the creative flow from invading my thoughts. I play some music on my Ipod and I shut myself down to the outside world. My weapon of choice to draft the next chapter of my novel has become my phone. I take my Blackberry out of the holster and I start typing. I’m like a freak. I don’t look up, I don’t hold onto anything, I just ride the subway and write, walk and write, halt at the crosswalk and write, and for thirty to forty minutes each morning and each evening, I reach an absolute level of concentration that is hard to beat otherwise.
I can’t write at home anymore because I feel too distracted. There are my cats, the TV, and my bed where I love to take naps… I can’t focus properly. I need to be in an hostile environment for my imagination to work well. I don’t talk to people. I don’t listen to the train announcements. I feel like my body reacts like a robot while my mind travels to a beautiful place filled with genius sparks. The best ideas come to me while I commute. The best plot twists unravel as the subway moves from station to station and I don’t pay attention to anything else but my writing.
I wonder how much I could achieve if I spent an entire day riding the subway. I’m sure I could write an entire novel if I stayed at the airport or in a train station too. I’ve calculated I type about 5,000 words a week by writing this way. I never thought my phone could be such an amazing tool. I’ve to admit, I’m totally hooked.