This came to me when I was talking to a friend. Must have been the fresh air when I was sauntering down the road. Whatever.

I tend to be struck by an idea, you see and just write whenever and wherever the feeling strikes me. I think the weirdest place for me was up a tree with the sun beating down upon me.

So what say you, Lushies, where is the weirdest place you've written something?

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I write wherever and whenever possible, so I honestly can't remember all the places I have written, but one does stick out in my mind the most.

It was at the cinema watching a movie. I don't even remember the movie I was watching because an idea popped into my head and I pulled out my cell phone and went to the memo page and just started writing.

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"So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind."

--Evanescence

while in orientation for a job. i was bored and it just came to me so i had to write it down fast. =)

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For me, it was back when I was an incorrigible young teen who had aspirations of being a best selling sci-fi/fantasy author. My early attempts back then weren't erotica per se, but they did of course have some blatant spanking scenes in them. Most unusual place I can recall writing this material was either in church, or in school (which was a private Xtian school in the same church.) Since I was apparently the perfect little angel whom no one would ever suspect of having even the naughtiest of thoughts, I was able to get away with a lot back then.

Of course, it also helped that most of what I wrote was penned almost entirely in the "kid code" alphabet me and my best friend concocted, and which we often still use as the alphabet for assorted fantasy realms in our uniperverse.

Anyone who saw what I was writing would have no clue what it was, and a few just thought it was some sort of hieroglyphics. It was also a blast watching my little sister and brother frequently trying and failing to crack our code.

- Sat in a lounge at Schiphol airport
- On a broken down coach at a petrol station in Poland
- At a Steel Panther gig
- My grandmothers house



This

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Fun question.
Being a sinful trollop - I use to write a lot of stories during church, in the pew. My Dad was the minister, my Mom was in the choir - *shrug* What's a girl who hates being in church supposed to do?

I write all the time; in my head if I haven't got paper / laptop handy. I wrote the first lines of my 'Lush Limericks' in my head after the bus I was on switched its engine off on the way to work (it was ahead of the timetabled schedule). Everyone else was tutting and getting frustrated while I was sitting there laughing to myself as I recited:

"There once was a young girl called Annie,
Who had an extraordinary fanny,
When she sang a song,
It sang along,"

over and over looking for the last line. There were lots of angry, frustrated people on that bus... and there was me annoying them even more. I actually heard someone ask, "What the hell is wrong with her?"

One advantage from that little episode - no-one sits next to me any more.

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Fuck the writing... YOU SAW STEEL PANTHER! Jealous

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Eatin' ain't Cheatin'

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