Craving Solitude to Write? Try These 8 Pandemic Writing Strategies
When the car needed service several months ago, I put on a coat and mask and went to the dealership. It wasn’t until I was waiting in the blessedly quiet customer cafe that I realized how much I’d been craving solitude. Would they notice, I wondered, if I sat here every week?
I’ve been a writer for three decades. During much of that time, I’ve been blessed with an empty house, at least during the hours the kids were at school and my husband was at work. When the pandemic caused the world to grind to a halt, my husband started working from home. We were lucky to still be employed. I knew that.
But here’s the thing: my husband is a talker who likes to have breakfast and lunch at the same time every day. With company.
Me? I like to sit alone with a cup of tea and a newspaper to get my brain in gear before writing. And lunch? I might eat a sandwich at my desk. Or not.
Another of my rituals is to walk the dogs in the morning, and again in the early afternoon. I count on those walks as moving meditations to untangle thorny plot points or plan magazine articles and interviews for my work as a ghostwriter.
Then my husband started wanting to walk with me.
A couple of weeks after he started working from home, four of our adult children and a niece fled New York City and Los Angeles for the relative safety of our rural house. Now there were bodies and laptops everywhere. I was grateful to have such a jolly quarantine crew, and felt blessed that we were all either employed or in school, albeit remotely. Nights were filled with creative cooking and cocktails and binge watching movies. Fun!
Fun, but pretty much the opposite of what a writer needs. So I had to get creative about guarding my solitude. Even now that the kids have returned to their apartments, I’m holding firm to these strategies:
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- Set up a table on your patio or balcony so you can work outside even in the chilly months. It might be worth investing in an outdoor heater if your house is crowded.
- Look for a nearby breakfast or lunch place with outdoor tables and work while you have a meal or a pot of tea.
- Whenever your car needs servicing, volunteer to wait at the dealership.
- Even your car can serve as a workspace if you keep a blanket, laptop pillow, and journal in it to use whenever you’re desperate for writing (or thinking) time.
- Learn the value of a closed door. If others don’t respect the door and barge into your space anyway, put a sign up that says “Writer at Work.” Or, even better, as a friend of mine did, put up a picture of a growling tiger.
- Don’t have a separate office for writing? Put a chair and typing table in the laundry room. Nobody will bother you there, I promise.
- Take a retreat. Even a weekend at a contactless Airbnb can help you put your head into a project, whether you’re starting a new manuscript or trying to finish editing one.
- Remember that this, too, shall pass, and we’ll miss our loved ones when we have our solitude again. Maybe.
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Novelist, journalist and ghostwriter Holly Robinson is the author of The Gerbil farmer’s Daughter: A Memoir and six novels. Her articles and essays appear frequently in national publications. Learn more about Holly and her writing at https://
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I totally relate to this! I’m a freelance journalist and I’ve managed to get on with that okay but I’ve found trying to write creatively (third try at a novel) has just got harder and harder, to the point where I seem to have stopped. And I have never had that problem before. It seems physical space is more attuned to head space than I thought! I’m in Scotland so at present there are no cafes and no Airbnb, but hopefully that will change soon. Thanks for the inspiration!
I’m lucky to have my own writing room since we moved house 4 years ago. And my husband is very supportive and entertains Little Miss Nine when he’s not working.
But it did take a long time to get it into his head that I don’t appreciate him barging into my room a million times a day, just for a chat or ‘where’s the sellotape?’ Or ‘Have we no jam?’
Once his brother and 4 kids decided to come stay with us for a few days. I was working on the second draft of my novel and so focused around that time. I was livid! So I booked into an Airbnb for the few days. My room had a balcony overlooking the sea. It was pure Heaven. And really quiet. All the other guests went off out during the day. I got loads of good quality writing done.
So….yes. I totally recommend it.
Wow! Brilliant move, that Airbnb! I’ve done that a few times, too. It always helps so much, especially when I’m trying to get some really focused writing time. Even when my house is empty (rare, these days), the laundry and dogs beckon…
I really enjoyed this. I’m fortunate to have a detached office–even if I have to walk through lots of snow to get to it!–but fully understand searching out solitude. I love corner booths in small restaurants, too.
Oh, lucky you, having an office! I have one in our barn out back, but it’s unheated, alas, so only good for May through October, usually–I’m counting down the days!
As I read your post, I smiled, chuckled, then laughed out loud. Hiding in the laundry room and relaxing at the dealership cafe! Ha! I hope you and your family stay well and continue to have fun together. Happy writing!
Thanks, Jean! I hope you find your own small corner of solitude!