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Personal blog of Breana Johnson, a freelance writer

Create A Productive Writing Atmosphere

You’re seen the photos on Instagram. Cute desk spaces in neutrals with just a pop of color, an author’s laptop next to a latte in an indie coffee shop, an antique roll-top covered in flickering candles. You know, all those spaces where writing comes naturally, where the novelists and bloggers and bullet journalers sip hot mugs of inspiration while beautiful words flow from their fingertips.

Confession time:

I used to roll my eyes at those photos and pride myself on my ability to write anywhere, anytime, with any level of noise in the background. Busy university library? No problem. Neighbors having a party upstairs? Totally fine. And did I mention my desk looked like this:

Yeahhhhh. Could I write? Sure. But it was not great. In that environment, with my workspace being divided between writing, grad school, and online teaching, I did manage to keep up a busy freelance writing schedule and write my master’s dissertation. But I realized I was also opting to write on my bed a lot, which studies have shown is disruptive to sleep. Or, I’d set up at the kitchen table.

After a while, I realized that there was a connection between my desk looking scattered and my brain feeling scattered. Is that just me? Anyone else?

So then I started trying to set the mood. My writing time started with tea, a snack, and a Youtube music playlist.

But you know what? All that took time, which meant I had to spend effort and precious minutes to get going every time I wanted to write. Because I’m pretty sure my headphones were on an escape mission, and I spent too much time trying to find music I liked, and snack prep is a hobby all on its own.

Then I realized something: if I wanted to write, I needed to put myself in a chair and start typing words.

Environment does matter. But how much did it matter for me? And how much does it matter for you?

Finding a balance

Like everything in life, I think finding a writing environment– or any creating environment– is a balance. I think that atmosphere does matter to an extent. For example, I have a really hard time writing if I can see unfolded laundry from where I am sitting. My brain just jumps into that laundry pile and doesn’t want to come out until all the towels are all lined up in the hall closet. And when I can’t move my mouse very well because I keep bumping up against random piles of clutter, that’s not great, either.

But maybe don’t make a hobby out of curating a writing space. Unless you’re an interior designer. Or that’s what you really enjoy doing in your free time. But definitely don’t fixate on it as a way to procrastinate your writing work.

What works for me is a reasonably tidy desk and a glass of water. (Or a can of Bubly. Give me all the Bubly.) I also prefer to work when other people in the house are either gone or sleeping.

What works for me might not work for you. But here are some ways you can figure out your ideal, productive writing environment:

Declutter Your Desk

Do you need a dedicated writing space? I don’t, even though I have one, but maybe you do. Do you like the background noise of a coffee shop or the mall? Or do you prefer the quiet of your own home?

I think it’s helpful to learn to write in both kinds of spaces, but let’s talk about your own desk. Or table. Or coffee table. Or wherever you have space to write.

The most important part of a desk is that you can fit a laptop on it and sit at it and type. That’s all you need from a desk.

But it’s helpful if clutter isn’t driving you nuts.

One of my favorite bloggers, Rachel Norman from A Mother Far From Home, gave this tip in one of her newsletters: When you see something that needs to be done, just do it. Clean it up. Put it in the sink. File it. And keep a basket in every room where random stuff can go until you have time to put it where it belongs. Then, your space will always feel clean.

So I tried it. Wow. Ok. Mind blown. Maybe my mom was right all those years?

The result? A desk that is always reasonably tidy. At least, it never looks like a file cabinet exploded on top of it anymore. And even better, I no longer have to spend dedicated cleaning sessions for out-of-control pile-ups. Thus, more writing time!

Here’s what my desk looked like this morning, without any prepping for this photo. Not perfect, but definitely clean enough to focus well.

So here’s a question for you: How much clutter is too much for your brain? And how can you make some small lifestyle shifts to keep it at a manageable level?

Design Your Space

Unless you’re doing a lot of Zoom meetings and you need a nice background, this probably a nonessential. I mean, as far as putting pen to paper (metaphorically, of course, unless you’re one of those cool people who still handwrite their stuff), you don’t need your work area to look pretty.

I don’t need my area to be pretty. But I do like my area to look pretty. I didn’t care for a long time, but I think I shot myself in the foot by reading up on color theory and all that. So I added a snake plant, which makes me happy, and a vintage doily from my great-grandma and a couple of candles we had, and voila. Pretty desk.

The wall art is a photo and fabric from the first round-the-world flight. I rescued it from a bulk trash pile!

If you’re really looking for productivity, if you want to finish that novel or write all your wedding thank-you notes or sketch out your memoirs for your kids, then this space is probably not something you should create for the sake of Instagram. You don’t want to spend all your time snapping photos and making reels when you should be writing.

If you like to do those things, don’t do it during your writing time. Block out your writing time and forbid yourself to so much as open your camera app or social media. Don’t water the plants or arrange the accent pieces at all during that time.

So here’s a question for you: Does the aesthetic of your writing space matter to you? What are some ways you can make it a happy place to be? Do you need to set boundaries for yourself so the visual appeal of your desk doesn’t take precedence over your writing?

Decide on Smells and Sounds

Smells and sounds seem to be an important part of the sensory experience of writing. At least if you take Instagram seriously. Come on– who really needs that many candles, Fancy Bookish Writer Lady With An Awesome Antique Inkwell? (Can you read the envy dripping from my laptop?)

But for real. I do find it intimidating when I see pictures of people writing by the light of candles with wax scented like the pages of antique books; in the background, I imagine a tuxedoed violinist drawing forth baroque masterpieces from the strings of his instrument…

The sound of surf and the smell of the sea are my favorite!

And then there’s my house. Which smells like dog and old bananas. Unless the dishwasher is running, under which circumstances the kitchen smells strongly of Drain.

Actually, I have been doing better in the smell department, thanks to my oils diffuser. But I never really pay attention to the smell of my house when I’m writing.

The sounds, now… that used to take up a lot of my time. Searching for headphones, adjusting the volume. Skipping Youtube ads, searching for the right sound on my Amazon playlist. And boy, I can’t stand lyrics when I’m writing! Too distracting… skip that song.

At this point, I’ve just cut out music entirely. I might try again if I am writing an epic scene someday and need some video game music to inspire me. Because seriously. Video game music is amazing.

So here’s a question for you: Do you like to enhance your writing atmosphere with scents and/or music? Is it helpful to you, or is it distracting you from your real purpose: writing? If you want essential oils and a playlist but you find the prep cuts into your writing time, how can you streamline the process?

Plan your Food and Drink

As far as I can tell, there are two sides to problems with writing refreshments. One is getting in a bad habit of eating constantly while writing (hello, M&Ms!) and the other is forgetting to eat. Yeah, I do both.

My excuse for just not eating is that Albert Einstein forgot to eat lunch a lot and therefore it’s a sign of genius. My family would prefer my genius to be less crabby and lethargic.

At some point, I got into a bad routine of starting my work day immediately and not eating pretty much anything until the afternoon, at which point my blood sugar would plummet and I would grab some sugary snack to make it to dinner.

Please don’t tell me I’m an idiot, because I already know that.

Obviously, not eating is bad for your brain and you can’t do your best work if you’re starving. Or even if you’re munching on dry corn flakes all day to stave off hunger.

And substituting junk food is also not great, especially if you’re like me and feel like crap when you eat sugar or caffeine.

Having a child forced me to follow a better meal routine, thankfully. But I still have a lot of days when I don’t eat lunch and then snack on weird stuff in the afternoon while I write (stale marshmallows, anyone?).

What I find works for me is making myself a healthy meal and eating that while I write. Because I am going to write. I may or may not eat. So if I’m doing both at the same time, at least I won’t be a hangry monster by the time my husband gets home.

The flip side of not eating at all is snacking too much while writing. Which I also do a lot, a habit that started when I was trying to stop biting my nails (didn’t work, by the way).

I find that chewing gum helps, or having something without too much sugar to sip on, or making a air-popped popcorn to substitute for skittles. Actually, silly putty and other tactile toys can help, too, if the problem is being super kinesthetic and just needing something to fidget with in order to focus.

And then, of course, there’s the need to have a drink on hand while writing. I’m not a coffee drinker, so I don’t really get the whole coffee-lover thing.

I know, I know. Coffee is life. It flows in your veins. We can’t be friends anymore because I don’t drink coffee.

For whatever reason, I have better writing focus when I have something to drink. I like sparkling water or tea when I write. Fancy Starbucks frappes are also on my list of favorite writing companions. And obviously drinking water all day every day is good for the brain!

In my experience, the best way to eat or drink when writing is to plan what I’m going to have in advance. Then, I’m not hungry or thirsty, I’m not hopping up to go hunt through the pantry when I should be writing a scene, and I’m not sitting there thinking, “Ok, how many pieces of licorice did I just eat? I need to stop. I really need to stop.” I’m thinking about writing. Like I want to be.

So here’s a question for you: What are your food and drink habits while you write? Do they make you feel crappy? Do they distract you from writing? Do you need to create a better routine that will help you get more done and feel better in the process?

Here’s What It Comes Down To…

The point of writing is to write. Right?

I’ve found it’s good to assess what I’m doing every now and then to see if it’s working. Strip it down and see what I miss. See what is better off gone.

If you’re a writer, or a student, or a creator, or work a desk job, or whatever, why not assess this for yourself? What habits make you sharper, more productive? What makes you frustrated, slows you down, distracts you?

Everyone is different. Find what works for you, and do it. Do what helps you sit down. Open your laptop. And write.

And write.

And write.

🙂

Surfing in Saint Martin: My Favorite Spots

Today marks the first day of the Tokyo Olympics! And that means the first year of Olympic surfing has begun. Woot woot! Surfing is probably my favorite sport, both to watch and to do. So I’m pretty stoked at the idea of seeing this become an Olympic sport.

Lest you think I’m some super cool surfing fiend, let me add a quick disclaimer: I am not great at surfing. Yes, I got up on my first try. Yes, I walked from my apartment to the beach with my board under my arm like a boss on the regular. Yes, I managed to figure it out on my own without a surf lesson. But as you can see in the photos, my board was the size of a tiny whale. And, as you will never, ever see in the embarrassing Go Pro videos Ben took, my form was less the stellar.

Yeah, maybe I should have taken those surf lessons…

While we lived in Sint Maarten, Ben and I went surfing with friends. A lot. In surfing season, it was at least once a week, despite the demands of being a med student at American University of the Caribbean.

Loading up Matt’s island jeep with our boards

Although Sint Maarten isn’t famous for its surfing, it does have some good surf spots, and we managed to find all the good ones (and a few very dangerous places, which I will not share. We are probably lucky to be alive). Here are some of our favorites!

Mullet Bay

Mullet Bay Beach was a five-minute walk from home. Yes, I know– we were living the dream. For real. Especially since I still haven’t found a beach I like better than Mullet, with its surfing, snorkeling, cliff-jumping, sunbathing, swimming, sailing, kayaking, skim boarding, and fishing opportunities. I definitely miss it, now that we live in the desert!

Surfing Mullet Bay is only good in the winter months, when the surf is choppy. Other times of the year, it’s smooth as glass– perfect for scoping out the parrotfish, cuttlefish, and blue tangs that live in the reef.

Surfing here makes me a little bit nervous because it’s close to the beach and tons of people way better than me pack together and compete for the same waves. If it was busy, I’d usually just look on and take photos. It’s a great place to watch, since you can see surfers close-up from the beach or the rocks.

Plum Bay Beach

Our favorite beach to surf is Plum Bay Beach in the lowlands on the French side. It’s popular but not too busy, meaning I had a chance at catching some waves most of the time, even if there were a couple of other people there. You do have to swim out a bit, and getting past the smaller breaks to the surfing-sized waves was tough with my bigger board. But the rides were pretty long, and the waves are just the right size for me!

Our friend Jake lived in the neighborhood next Plum Bay. Jake’s from Hawaii, and he’s incredible to watch. He helped us improve a lot. And may have kept me from crashing into rocks and dying a few times.

Le Galion

Le Galion in French Saint-Martin is by far the most popular surf spot in Saint Martin. Even though Hurricane Irma demolished the beach in 2017, the surf shop, SXM Surf Club, is still there. Actually, when we went back in 2019, it was the only business still there. Gone were the colorful umbrellas, burger shop, and paddleboard rentals. I don’t know if anything else has been rebuilt (comment if you know!), but just the surfing is worth a visit.

SXM Surf Club rents boards, offers affordable rides out to the break, and gives lessons. We never took a lesson, but the instructors were so nice and sometimes volunteered tips for free when we were out at the same time as them. I think if we go back, I might take a lesson for the fun of it! We did pay to ride the ferry out a few times, but usually we just gritted our teeth and made the 20-minute swim out on our own.

This spot is usually pretty busy, but it’s also huge, and people tend to be nicer about taking turns and letting slow newbies have a shot at the waves. Which is a really good for me. I only ever slammed into one person on a packed afternoon (oops). If you bring your own board when SXM surf club is not taking people out and opt to take the long swim, you’ll have more waves to yourself.

Guana Bay

Ben only surfed Guana Bay once with Matt and Jake, and I just watched. The waves break right on the beach, and it didn’t seem like a good day to break my neck. If you’re really good and have a smaller board, it looks like a fun place to go. I prefer the Guana Bay Hike on the other side of the hill– takes you right to gorgeous tide pools!

Petit Cayes

I’m not sure I’d necessarily recommend Petit Cayes for surfing, but Ben and Matt did go a couple of times. The concept is cool. You have to drive all the way up to the northern part of French Saint Martin, past Pinel Island, and park at Grandes Cayes. Then you hike around the mountain, with its stunning views of Tintamarre Island and beautiful geological features; crunch over thousands of washed-up coral skeletons; and find yourself on the most stunning, pristine white-sand beach you have ever laid eyes on.

Since few people make the long trek to Petit Cayes, it’s free of trash and crowds and feels like you just discovered a desert island. On the horizon, the thin line of Anguilla peers up from the waves. It’s a wonderful place just to sit and think.

The waves here were too big for swimming every time we went, so Ben and Matt decided to try to surf there. The reason I say I don’t recommend it is that the current is pretty strong and Ben felt like it might not be a great idea to make it a regular surf spot.

Cupecoy

Cupecoy is another beach that we could walk to. A few times, we walked there and I stayed up on the cliffs while Ben went down to surf. We also paddled there from Mullet once when the beach was busy– for fun, and to avoid having to walk through the nude beachgoers.

I think Cupecoy is really scary because the wave break right into a rocky outcropping. I didn’t feel confident in my ability to steer my orca-sized surfboard well enough to stay alive, so even when I went out, I preferred to sit behind the break and watch the sunset. After all, what’s better than watching the sun dip below the Caribbean Sea?

It’s hard to believe it’s been four years since I’ve been surfing! Ben went with SXM Surf Club when we visited the island in 2019, but not me. Next time we’re in Sint Maarten, I’ll definitely go! For now, I’ll be happy getting to watch the best of the best compete for gold in Tokyo. Go USA!

And now, for your entertainment, a sneaky photo of Ben walking into American University of the Caribbean with a surfboard so he could run straight to the beach after class:

Coming Full Circle in Africa

I’ve been spending a lot of time thinking about Africa. For one thing, I’m writing a novel about an American kid in a Kenyan boarding school. For another, we’re planning on taking a trip to East Africa in the spring. Ben is allowed a residency rotation overseas, and obviously, he picked going home!

Ben near Lake Tanganyika in his hometown

It’s hard to believe we haven’t been to Africa since 2013! For someone like Ben, who grew up there, eight years is a long, long time to stay away. We were the only ones to miss the last family reunion, thanks to Ben’s med school schedule. And when you have 35 people in your immediate family (hope I added that right), living in six countries across three continents, it’s quite a bummer to mess up an opportunity to get a family photo where nobody’s photoshopped in.

Visiting a Burundian national park. Ben’s grandfather helped to start it after WWII.

Fortunately for Ben, even though it’s been a long time since he’s used Swahili on the daily, he does have frequent opportunities to use it at work. There are many people from Congo in our city, and whenever someone shows up to the hospital, Ben is able to conduct exams in a language they are more comfortable using. I, on the other hand, am getting pretty rusty. You know, rusty on the hundred or so words I actually know in Swahili. Looks like I have some work to do if I want to be able to practice any conversational skills at all while we’re there!

Swinging on vines – not just in movies!

We’re excited to go to Africa, introduce our son to the continent, and revisit the places Ben grew up. But one of the coolest things about this trip is that Ben will get to work at the very hospital where his life was saved, where he realized his calling into medicine. Over a decade ago, he was laying in one of the beds with a IV in his arm, recovering from spinal meningitis and watching the staff go about their daily tasks. He knew he wanted to use the second chance at life to pour into patients, just like those doctors and nurses. And now he gets to go back to the same hospital and do just that.

Lake Nakuru National Park in Kenya

Isn’t it amazing how God redeems our circumstances? Sometimes we never see how he does it, but other times life comes back full-circle and we can see how to worst days of our lives change us into the people we are supposed to be.

Just for fun, here are some of my favorite photos from our 2013 visit to Burundi, Kenya, and Tanzania.

Shaw Butte Ruins

Shaw Butte Trail

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while, you know that I travel. A lot. Not always for fun, sometimes we’re just moving—and we’ve moved 12 times in our seven-year marriage! But with the pandemic, we’ve really slowed it down. In fact, I haven’t been out of the country for over a year, and barely left the state. Still, I’ve been able to do some exploring right here in Phoenix! Although I’ve spent over 20 years of my life here, there’s still a lot I’ve never seen, especially when it comes to hiking trails.

A couple years ago, Ben got me a book called 60 Hikes within 60 Miles of Phoenix for Christmas. It has been our goal to hit all 60 hikes—even if some of them CHEAT and are 75 miles out of town! Not surprisingly, the 15 hikes we’ve done have been mostly close to home.

One of my favorites so far is a hike that Ben and I did during his last day off: Shaw Butte. Although we lived ten minutes away from his hike for three years, we never did it. Now that we’ve moved across town, I can say it’s still worth the drive!

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Shaw Butte is apparently one of the most popular hikes in Phoenix. While I was doing Camelback and Piestewa over and over, other outdoor enthusiasts were throwing Shaw Butte into the mix. It’s actually quite a bit easier than either of the other two, but it is a bit longer, at four miles.

My favorite part of this hike is that you get a completely different view of Phoenix. It lines up just right with Piestewa Peak and Dreamy Draw so that you get to see layers on layers of mountains—something that’s not common to find in the middle of urban sprawl!

My second-favorite part of the hike are the ruins three-quarters of the way to the summit. Although ancient ruins are definitely more interesting, the shell of this 1960s building is still pretty cool. Especially considering that what used to be a restaurant patio is now the ideal lookout spot for viewing downtown Phoenix (and snapping some shots for Insta, let’s be real).

The story behind the ruins is even better. Sixty years ago, a restaurant called Cloud Nine overlooked what was then the northern part of Phoenix. Patrons were shuttled to the fancy nightclub using the owner’s vehicle, since no real road was built and there’s only way up and down.

I have to imagine that Cloud Nine wasn’t exactly to code. Maybe that’s why it burned down in a mysterious fire. And unlike the mythical bird our city is named after, it never rose from the ashes.

If you’re like me, and were clueless about Shaw Butte, or if you’re just visiting Phoenix, put this hike on your to-do list! Not only is it a good workout and an excellent photo op, but it’s also a unique view into the history of Phoenix. If you stand very still, you may be able to imagine the ghosts of night club patrons milling around the patio with voice of Bobby Darin floating from the record player.

Flagstaff Extreme Adventure Course

How does one write a travel blog during a pandemic? The question of travel bloggers everywhere. I guess I could have spent time catching up on dozens of past adventures that I *intended* to write about, but instead I’ve been working on other projects– namely, finishing my novel.

HOWEVER, now that things are starting to open, I have been able to get out and do some fun things in Northern Arizona, where it isn’t a hundred bazillion degrees outside.

You think I’m exaggerating, but seriously, once it hits 115 degrees, you can’t even tell when it gets hotter anymore.

The good thing about living in Phoenix is that I can escape bad weather with a two-hour drive. My parents treated my family to trips up north in August, TWICE. A glorious reprieve.

While in Flagstaff, I finally had the chance to try the Flagstaff Extreme Adventure Course. There are actually two options for adults: The Zip Line and the Adult Adventure Course. I got to try both!

Zip Line

The Zip Line was so fun! This course offers dozens of zips, and one is so long you can’t even see the end through the trees. I love the feeling of being high up, so this was a lot of fun for me. If you’re nervous, though, never fear– you’re connected by two strong clips at all times.

My foster son, R, and I doing the Zip Line Course

Fun fact– this is the largest zip line course in the Western U.S.

Also– how many gnomes can you find hiding in the trees?

Adult Adventure Course

There are five levels to this course, and one guide told me (after I fearlessly leapt to a rope that swung me into a giant net) that only 25% of people actually finish all five. Can you do it?

My husband, Ben, and I. And yes, I chose that shirt on purpose.

The beginning of this course is really easy, aside from crawling through a hanging barrel. But it does get harder. And higher. There’s even some bouldering involved!

I liked the Adult Adventure Course best. It’s focused on challenge, rather than just fun. But both were a lot of great! Definitely something I’d do again.

COVID Precautions

The Flagstaff Extreme Adventure Course’s COVID precautions were appropriate. Everyone on staff wore a mask and the facility was clean. Guests were encouraged to social distance and avoid going in the building, except to use the restroom. We were allowed to take off our masks once we got in the trees, but each party had to stay on separate platforms. You will be touching things other people touched, but I wasn’t too worried about it since it was outside in the sunlight. I just didn’t touch my face and washed my hands after.

I totally recommend this! I was born in Flagstaff and lived there for several years. I’ve been to all the touristy things within two hours. This one is one of my favorites.

Nearby Attractions:

Wupatki National Monument

The Grand Canyon

Sunset Crater

Wupatki National Monument

It’s high time I invited you to my favorite place in the world (outside of Sint Maarten, of course). If you’ve ever spent a significant amount of time in Arizona, you know that Great State Forty-Eight has a lot to offer in the way of hidden roadside treasures. My absolute favorite is Wupatki National Monument.

A couple of years ago, Ben and I took a road trip from Phoenix to Page, which is north of the Grand Canyon on the border of Utah. Along the way, we stopped at several ancient Native American dwellings. I wrote about Palatki, but we also stopped at Wupatki during that trip. This year, I decided to introduce my sister, Kaylee, to Wupatki.

Wupatki is one of those amazing places that doesn’t get the attention it deserves, which makes it even better, because you don’t have to share it with seven million tourists and busload of field-trippers. In fact, it’s so out-of-the-way that you might drive by it on the highway every weekend and never pay attention to the turnoff signs.

However, once you do make that trip deep into the high desert wilderness, you’ll be amazing to walk through the remains of some of Arizona’s oldest civilizations. The history value is incredible– and the Instagram factor isn’t bad, either!

There are many pueblos in Wupatki, and you can see several of them at five stopping points along the loop that takes you through the monument. My favorite is Wupatki Pueblo, a huge, multi-family complex that includes natural air conditioning (you have to see it to believe it) that comes from a hole in the ground.

Cooling off with natural air conditioning

In addition to the big pueblo, you can visit other stops within the monument to walk through houses built over a box canyon, climb inside a medium pueblo with a stunning view, and hike to a hilltop neighborhood.

The best part, to me, is getting out to a place where all you can hear is the sound of the wind over the wilderness, where animals rule the landscape, and where whispers of the past rise like smoke from the crumbling remains of mysterious ancient dwellings.

As an aside, I would encourage you to visit my sister’s blog. She talks about faith and hope in the midst of navigating life as a 23-year-old widow.

Click here for Kaylee’s blog.