I don't care. Let me tell you about it. It's Radio Shack. Well, sort of. Buried deep inside this Radio Shack was a little cafe that had three very important things: coffee, wifi, and wine. Ok, so I'm not quite 21 yet and I don't really care for wine, but I would be willing to take up wine-drinking just to sit there with a glass as I mulled over words. They can't serve it by the glass, but you can buy a bottle and drink your wine... in Radio Shack.
Well, the Radio Shack Cafe was a fail since it's so far away. Instead I tried the library. My suitemates think I loathe libraries. I don't. Just our campus library because it's outdated and feels like a dungeon. The public library was a great suggestion! I was impressed. It had almost everything I wanted in a writing spot:
Minimal distractions- check
View of the lake- check
Comfy chair- semi-check... better than the spindle one at home
Outlet for my computer- negative
However, I'm not a big coffee drinker and caffeine gives me a headache, so I can sacrifice that. As for the plug, well, if I go with my computer fully charged it lasts two hours and that's how long I have on the parking meter, too. It passes the test of day one. I'll just pray the old man who was reading over my shoulder sits somewhere else next time.
Later that same day, I had a meeting with my boss for my writing internship. We met at Starbucks, thus I was able to have my tall caffeine-free peppermint mocha. We then sat on the patio and worked. More accurately: I sat on the patio; Matt paced. This was our second "pacing session" where he discusses, draws, demonstrates, dreams while I throw out ideas and write feverishly. Since we met in a coffee shop, this officially fulfills aspects of my "Coffee-Shop Dwelling Writer" dream. I can only hope that Matt has a dream to be the "Weirdo pacing and talking outside of a busy Starbucks."
“Be yourself. Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe, shine through every sentence you write, every piece you finish.” ~ John Jakes<>< Katie