thanks for sharing. writing at the cliffs sure sounds nice.
right now i don't really write. the little i do is in my bed on my laptop, which is no good for me. since graduating, i've moved back into my parents house and become stagnant.
but i had a great system in my last apartment, a one bedroom i had to myself. in the living room i had a sectional of an old leather couch that used to be and still was pretty nice. i'd have a drink or two and a benzo to help lower my standards and avoid wasted time. i'd get high and put on one of a few old, foreign films that i've seen countless times. usually Pierrot le fou because i wanted its soft, pop-art tone to seep into my writing. i'd make myself a cup of coffee and start reading through what i had so far. and all the random, scribbled notes about what i had and what i wanted with the piece. after a while the coffee would be finished and my head would start to level and i'd begin writing on my laptop. nothing is actual until it is on my laptop. time would fly; i'd rarely realize the movie wanted to be restarted or replaced. go to the library the next day, print, read, carry with me, make notes, repeat.
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and, for the most part, it has to be during the day. even better if it's the morning and i woke-up early specifically to write. i'm no good once the sun goes down.