The sun had just begun to retire. They took the cue and flew to their designated spots. Golu settled onto the window ledge next to her siblings and mother. They stood close together without letting their feathers touch. A younger one wanted to play. “Not now,” scolded the Mother, nudging the child with her head and giving a peck with her beak. But Golu was in the mood for some play. She started going round and round while she cooed. Her sister giggled watching Golu advance towards her in her rotating state. Mother had had enough. She flew over the kids’ heads and pushed Golu off the ledge. Golu wasn’t angry – she had landed on the window ledge where some odd looking creatures put out wheat every day.
Most writers would love to spend hours sitting in their favourite coffee shop, watching people go by, listening to them talk, while they churn out pages of word art. I was one of those writers when I worked full-time. Being in a coffee shop with an overpriced mug of coffee and my laptop, gave me ultimate satisfaction back then. Almost two years later, I stay away from coffee shops if writing needs to be done. Don’t get me wrong. I still love going into Barista or Cafe Coffee Day to have that cup of mocha alone or with a friend. I love the look and smell of ridiculously expensive coffee too. But I’ve discovered better places for writing productivity.
Typing my heart, fingers and soul away, sitting near my mother’s TV shows – nope, no way. Writing on the tablet while lying down on my bed – epic fail. Creating short stories on my BlackBerry, while resting on my side – amazing performance. Short stories are my thing, so I’m happy about my rapid pace on the physical QWERTY keyboard. Several children’s short stories have been written, edited and sent via my BlackBerry. Writing feature articles and longer pieces of fiction would kill my fingers though – hard little keys. After I risked nerve damage and spent tons on medical check ups to see if my fingers were indeed dying, I found my new happy place (or rather, position) for writing well and in good quantity too. Cat. Every writer should have a cat. I know many who did and many who do. There is nothing like sitting with a little cute creature on/next to your computer while you brainstorm or write. Better yet, try what I do many nights and let your cat sleep on your lap while you type away. For somebody who writes mainly for children like I do, my cats give me lots of funny stories to write with their hilarious behaviour and interaction. Even watching them sleep in their fifty poses gives me a laugh and encourages me to write more and more amusing stories. Even if you aren’t writing for children, I promise you that a cat is the best muse ever. He will be with you and give you constant company through the night, snoring and purring as you type. You can pet him and type.. Pet him again. Type again. A lovely ritual I promise Just adopt one and see how your productivity levels sore.
She picked up her pen and wrote a note. Then she walked over to the refrigerator and stuck it on its door with a cat-shaped magnet. She walked back to the table and drained the last drops of milk from her huge Garfield mug. Just as she was putting her lunch into her big Minnie mouse shaped backpack, the mother came downstairs. “Looks like you’re ready for school. Bye.” She watched her groggy, mother with a hangover, open the refrigerator. The note slipped off and found a place on the floor.
Coffee mugs decorated her desk. Two of them were half-full. The other three were empty, without a single stain on them. A spent pen lay on her pad, completely exhausted from the effort of creating new plots and characters. Her ink-stained fingers were doing their happy dance on the keyboard, setting the rhythm for a romance novel. Wild, wavy hair, twisted in a large bun, she looked her part. Even the muse looked busy as he licked his paws with concentration.