STRANGE PLACES TO WRITE
I shot this video. And added the music! Thing is, I love the subway. I like to write on the subway.
When John Wray’s Lowboy came out, the soundbite about it was that he wrote the whole thing on the subway. I don’t do it that frequently, but it is a regular thing. Last time I had a “real” job, I would take my laptop with me to work and write during the commute both ways. Now I do it when I’m running errands. If you can’t find a place to sit, it obviously doesn’t work. But nobody really fucks with you. Except the “EXCUSE ME LADIES AND GENTLEMAN PARDON THE INTERRUPTION THERE ARE PEOPLE OUT HERE WHO ARE HUNGRY AND HOMELESS” guy whose voice was painstakingly engineered in a lab where they invent sound frequencies designed to kill dogs and quell riots.
But that guy usually leaves the train car one stop after he gets on.
On the subway I can’t get internet (a good thing) and somehow focus seems easier to come by. At least if I’m already into a project. I never would have expected that before I tried it. (I worry about moving to a non-NYC place, having to drive.) We all have our “strange place(s)” to write. At least, a lot of us do.