Little Room

Yesterday I was listening to the White Stripes' album White Blood Cells, and was reminded again of how much I love the song Little Room:

Well you're in your little room
and you're working on something good
but if it's really good
you're gonna need a bigger room
and when you're in the bigger room
you might not know what to do
you might have to think of
how you got started
sitting in your little room

Many artists, including myself, prefer environments that are conducive to creativity. Whether it's art on the wall [Radiohead OK Computer framed poster—check; Andy Warhol "25 Cats Named Sam and One Blue Pussy" prints—check], a chaise lounge, a worn-in desk, or just the right lighting, we count on things to help us work. But the necessity of these things, the reliance of the things around us to make us productive, is just a seemingly valid excuse to not get any work done.

I get it—sometimes you just have to be in Starbucks with a venti soy latte and some vanilla bean scones before you feel like you can get to work. But what about in the car on a road trip? Or in your friend's living room? Or even on your lunch break at work?

Environment is important, yes, but at some point passion has to take over—the unbridled drive to get just a few more words down before you move your eyes from the screen has to be more important than where you are. Because if where you are is the most important thing, that means you lost track of why you're doing it a long time ago...