I have a process for writing, usually.
I tune out the world around me. Make sun or rain. Make snow or let loose the dogs of war. When I sit down to write, my mind disconnects from reality and the less tethered it is to reality an all its dull things, the better. The less reality intrudes in my slowly turning machine of ideas, the farthest I travel and the better I can focus on creating marginally passable ideas of fantasy and sci-fi.
Some people prefer the silence of a small, far away room. Others prefer the surrounding sound of headphones and not much else. I don’t have a favorite place or a favorite moment of the day to write, to create, to be creatve.
But I do need focus. Traveling down the rabbit hole, unlike Alice would have us think, is not a free fall into the dreaming world of deep mathematics. It’s rather a dirty affair that demands focus, attention and dedication. Entering this rabbit hole is not an easy thing.
Some people tend to brush away the notion that to enter this rabbit hole, to ride this wave, to catch this particular buzz, we need energy, focus and a sort of disheveled attention, so they break our focus with odd requests.
Parents who say things like: “go do the laundry.” “take out the trash” “clean the floor” are the worst enemy of that long walk for a short drink of water. It’s the natural enemy of the creation process. When you start to get into the zone, that focused state that nepalese monks would call zen or nirvana, (i just call it the forever typing) you should let go of the material world and all things that surround you. It’s one of the most intense things i have ever done in my life and still do.
Now I have a fox prancing around in my living room, disrupting my focus at every single step of the way. Even now…
gods be merciful with my focus.