The mythical Remote Writing Cabin
Sep. 21st, 2008 02:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyHere (http://growwings.blogspot.com/2008/09/remote-writing-cabin.html) is a marvelous post about the mythical Remote Writing Cabin. Which is apparently in some snowy winter wilderness---charming, if you like that sort of thing.
I, however, am not into freezing my noogies off. I'm more inclined to a Remote Tropical Cottage in a hurricane-free zone where cool, gentle breezes always blow. The little bungalow has porches all around and is encrusted with gingerbread---like Victorian barnacles. All of its windows offer some scenic view, be it cloud-scattered sky or wave-spangled ocean, shell-strewn beach or bright green jungle. Inside, the rooms are accented with happy colors---think Fiestaware---peaceful, but never boring.
How can it possibly be boring, when the low tide may reveal a ship's figurehead, canting out of a dune that was mere sand the day before, or a sunset walk may bring a cryptic message in a pale lavendar bottle: Raimund, if I don't return, you must take my sword to St George. Only if my son can pass their test should it fall to him. My eternal love to Jessabelle. My last thoughts will be of her. P."? When macaws flap out of the foliage and perch on the porch railings and squawk: "Thank you, Your Highness!" when you toss them a cracker? Adventure---and plot elements---are everywhere, from the ball-gown that appears in, of all places, the library, to the Chinese junk that appears on the horizon.
When the Muse is irresistable, pull the window shutters closed against distraction and scribble breathlessly until another glowing tale has been told....
I, however, am not into freezing my noogies off. I'm more inclined to a Remote Tropical Cottage in a hurricane-free zone where cool, gentle breezes always blow. The little bungalow has porches all around and is encrusted with gingerbread---like Victorian barnacles. All of its windows offer some scenic view, be it cloud-scattered sky or wave-spangled ocean, shell-strewn beach or bright green jungle. Inside, the rooms are accented with happy colors---think Fiestaware---peaceful, but never boring.
How can it possibly be boring, when the low tide may reveal a ship's figurehead, canting out of a dune that was mere sand the day before, or a sunset walk may bring a cryptic message in a pale lavendar bottle: Raimund, if I don't return, you must take my sword to St George. Only if my son can pass their test should it fall to him. My eternal love to Jessabelle. My last thoughts will be of her. P."? When macaws flap out of the foliage and perch on the porch railings and squawk: "Thank you, Your Highness!" when you toss them a cracker? Adventure---and plot elements---are everywhere, from the ball-gown that appears in, of all places, the library, to the Chinese junk that appears on the horizon.
When the Muse is irresistable, pull the window shutters closed against distraction and scribble breathlessly until another glowing tale has been told....