Closer to home, I have on occasion headed north of Pittsburgh for the day to New Wilmington, PA. Mugsies is a coffee house that is NOT Starbucks and if I sit facing the window I am enchanted by the passing Amish buggies. A drive through the countryside on the way is a good way to enhance the writing too. The beauty of farm country and the Amish blues invite a flow of creativity.
Recently I have found I do not have to leave home to find the same quiet inspiring writing space that I have at Mugsies or Ohiophyle or St. Simons Island. I took the huge black grill off of our tiny back porch and replaced it with a bistro table. Covered with a flowered table cloth, it brings me back to France. Seated at the table I overlook my garden and I write. Oddly, though this space is only one floor down from and exactly below my office, it is a whole new world where I find the peace and inspiration to write with the chaos of my office overhead. That’s where I write from now.
Soon I intend to check out the picnic tables along the trails in the lush, cool park near my home. I walk there daily and the writing begins in my head. I can only imagine what will happen if a take a few hours there with my laptop and let the muse wander and get the writing up on the screen.