Showing posts with label the cave. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the cave. Show all posts

Monday, April 15

Sometimes a project starts to gel after many months of two steps forward, five steps back. When this happens, the best thing is to head into "the writer's cave."

How did we arrive at "cave" as the best metaphor for focused work?

I guess caves work as a cozy shelter from the storm for hermit-types. But I see a place like this and expect the resurrected Jesus to tap on my shoulder.

He is not here...he is risen. (morgefile.com)

Alternately, I imagine something equally tomb-ish. Whatever you do, don't blink.

EEK. A likely inspiration for Dr. Who's "In the Time of Angels" (morguefile.com)
I'd prefer my cave to be someplace leading into the heart of adventure and strange beauty.

Paths, handrails and mood lighting. Now we're talking. (morguefile.com)
I'd rather not think about squerching through bat guano or braining myself on stalactites while trying to evade a bear or puma whose home I just invaded.

Anyhow, I may be a bit less active on social media for a while, aside from some guest appearances planned well in advance. I'll be, you know, in the strange place we call "the cave."

How do you think of your productive zone? How do you picture your "writing cave"?
Monday, April 15, 2013 Laurel Garver
Sometimes a project starts to gel after many months of two steps forward, five steps back. When this happens, the best thing is to head into "the writer's cave."

How did we arrive at "cave" as the best metaphor for focused work?

I guess caves work as a cozy shelter from the storm for hermit-types. But I see a place like this and expect the resurrected Jesus to tap on my shoulder.

He is not here...he is risen. (morgefile.com)

Alternately, I imagine something equally tomb-ish. Whatever you do, don't blink.

EEK. A likely inspiration for Dr. Who's "In the Time of Angels" (morguefile.com)
I'd prefer my cave to be someplace leading into the heart of adventure and strange beauty.

Paths, handrails and mood lighting. Now we're talking. (morguefile.com)
I'd rather not think about squerching through bat guano or braining myself on stalactites while trying to evade a bear or puma whose home I just invaded.

Anyhow, I may be a bit less active on social media for a while, aside from some guest appearances planned well in advance. I'll be, you know, in the strange place we call "the cave."

How do you think of your productive zone? How do you picture your "writing cave"?