The Surprising Secret Behind Why Your Writing Space Could Make or Break Your Creativity
Oh So Clear
The wrong writing space can kill your imagination
Bernard J. Noodle sits slumped in his home office, a room so dull it seems to suck the life out of every idea. For the last forty-seven minutes, the only word he managed to type was “The.” He’d written it, deleted it, and written it again – six times in a row.
Exasperated, he throws his head back with a loud groan, only to then stare at the ceiling for a while. That’s when his eyes focus on a crack, vaguely shaped like a moose. “A moose?” he mutters to himself. “Huh, alright…”
He begins typing:
The moose
He pauses. “Now, what about that damn moose? What do moose do?” After a few minutes, he continues typing:
stood there.
“Great,” he says flatly, “a standing moose.” He looks around, his eyes eventually landing on the potted plant in the corner, with its thin long leaves.
He types:
It chewed some grass.
Bernard pauses, leans back. “Right… that’s what moose do, I guess.” He looks at the potted plant again. Then he types:
The grass was kind of green, maybe.
He stops and mutters, “Kind of green? Seriously?” His fingers tap the backspace key, deleting the whole thing. After a deep breath, he tries again:
The moose stood there like a
“Yeah, like what?”
A sigh escapes him. “Ugh… What the heck am I even writing? A moose’s memoir: ‘Just Stood There’?! Delete. Delete. Delete.”
A long pause. Bernard rubs his temples, willing the words to flow. But nothing. Then his gaze lands on the cluttered desk. Papers are strewn about and there’s a mug. His fingers move once more:
The mug sat on the table.
“Alright, a mug. What else?” he asks himself.
It was round and had a handle.
“And?”
The mug was mostly white but had some spots on it.
“Aaaaaaand?”
It didn’t move or make any noise.
