Working on the weekend.
I do the majority of my writing these days on the weekend, in Borders, where the wi-fi is fast (although I really don’t need wi-fi) and the coffee is terrible, because no one drinks coffee here, so it’s all brewed in the morning.
It’s weird to live in a city where no one drinks coffee. It’s also weird to write on my tiny computer with my outlines strewn around me, rather than on a bigger computer with my outlines taped to the wall.
I hate being an outline writer. Maybe that’s why short fiction has been so fun and distracting lately.
The best thing about writing on the weekend and not every day is I write for a long time without (much) distraction because I build up lots of story over the course of the week. I even jot details down sometimes on slips of paper that I eventually lose. It’s like I’m filling up a bucket with word water over the week and then I spill it all out on weekends onto my computer in a non-conductive way.
It makes me feel productive, even though if I could manage to write in short bursts over the course of the week, I would probably get the same amount done.
Anyway. That’s all. Time to write.
Sounds like a great experiment in possible work scenarios. You can pick from which produces the best output.