Works for me. It’s a lot easier for me to sit down and write in a cafe (one specific cafe, where I wrote a lot of Blue Sky and a bunch of the things I’m happiest with, like A Special Case) when I know that writing is the sole reason I’m there. When I’m at home, two steps from my bed and a click from the internet, it’s a lot easier to give up and do something else.
I never considered the noise might make it easier as well, but now I think about it it does make a lot of sense. The variety of noises act like random inspiration, maybe, taking my thinking in ways it wouldn’t have gone if it had just been me in my room.*
I think this article is a sign that I should get up and go and write. I predict it will go something like this.
*Having said that, the parents who let their kids run around and scream and cry at the top of their lungs and make absolutely no attempt to control them, are only ‘inspiring’ in that they inspire me to do something desperate with an axe.