There’s something unique about writing on a train. While the world is literally passing you by, you sit and watch or in my case, sit and write. I’ve written a great deal while riding on the train to and from work. It has produced some of my most creative conversations between characters.
Lately I’ve been having some writing hesitation, trying to get the right descriptions out, trying to get the right words to express myself…trying to be perfect on the first shot. I always seem to forget that it’s alright not to be perfect right away. I forget that editing, editing and more editing can shed the drab writing leaving exquisiteness in it’s wake.
It was today writing on a train that I wrote something of pride. It was nothing more than four sentences but it was the best four sentences. That feeling is still lingering in my veins and has pushed me to finish the chapter and start on the next.
There may be inconveniences like limited seating, gross smells, loud noises, etc while taking the commuter rail. If it means that I can produce works of literary art that can astound readers, I’ll find a wall to lean against with my iPod in my ears, typing away mindless until the doors open at my destination.