This Japanese-style tea house is one place I go to write.
It’s located in the Bellevue Botanical Gardens—always open, well-covered, and dry.
But here’s one odd thing. I can only write short blog posts here—not poetry, not non-fiction (other than blog posts). and certainly not fiction.
I’m not sure why my writing type is so limited at this tea house. I think it’s because when writing at an outdoor location (such as this) there is always the possibility of someone coming upon me, which makes me feel physically vulnerable—and it’s very hard to be creatively vulnerable at the same time I’m physically vulnerable. (This does suggest, however, that I don’t feel blog writing is a particularly creative endeavor!)