My glamorous life as a writer in the big city

[megwrites]

Writing to the sounds of Jackhammer Symphony #1 in C-Flat outside the window. On the plus side, it drowns out the Crying Baby Quartet downstairs quite nicely.

Yes, kids, this is the glamour of New York City. You too can move here and listen to a bunch of sweaty guys from Brooklyn in orange vests using metal machines to tear up concrete outside your apartment window on a day when it's too warm to close the windows while you're trying to write.

I now understand why people give me hilarious looks when I mention that I moved here from Florida.

That is all. As you were.

Comments

[queenoftheskies.livejournal.com]

I remember, on one of my trips to NYC, marveling at the sounds of a traffic jam and people cursing at each other at 2:00 AM.

I was on like the 12th floor of a hotel at the time and they were still VERY loud!

Of course, at the time, I lived in Tennessee, so that was amazing to me.

Since then, I've lived in Las Vegas, where people NEVER sleep.

[fiction-theory.livejournal.com]

As a fellow Tennessean, I, too was impressed by the noise when I first got here, among other things. Now it's a bit normal to me. People do all sorts of crazy things here at all times of the day and night.