Sitting on the dock of the bay, watching time roll away. La La La.
Actually, I’m sitting in a neighborhood coffee spot called Mon Ami that makes a pretty good sugar free vanilla latte. Not only am I being really good–drinking sugar free–but I’m also multitasking. Well, if you can call drinking coffee, writing, and waiting for my car to be serviced multitasking.
I realized this morning as I packed up my gear for a four hour wait and rushed out the door for a 7:30 appointment, that I kind of miss writing in different places. Mon Ami is new to me, chosen for its proximity to the car fixers. I usually like to write at the library when I’m downtown like this — our main library is a treasure, brand new and designed to accommodate writers with private cubes and open space and coffee! Unfortunately, it doesn’t open until 9:00, so I’m elsewhere today.
This place is very cool. Very neighborhood — everyone seems to know each other and it has a very friendly buzz, and a surprising number of people dropping in. It’s right on Main St., in downtown, a sweet little street with big trees, small old buildings, nifty bookstores and antique shops, restaurants and a generally good vibe. We’ve been considering buying a house in this neighborhood. Today may have sold me!
Anyway, back to writing. I used to get up every morning and after some exercise and breakfast, set out for four hours at the library. Good habits. Since then I’ve fallen off the wagon, so to speak. So, this is the first time I’ve written other than at my desk in some time. This is a nice change, but I have to admit, I hate typing on a laptop keyboard. Aren’t there laptops with larger keyboards that don’t weight tons? Let me know if you know of one.
My laptop has seen a lot of miles. I’ve written in my car while waiting to pick up my husband at the airport, inside the airport myself while waiting for a flight, on a train in Italy, on a ferry in Puget Sound, in hotels all over California while traveling for work, under the trees on my patio, during my lunch hour on a bench at the river, on a balcony in Taormina overlooking the Ionian Sea (where not much writing was done, but what an inspirational view!) and in lots of different coffee shops. And, that’s just on the laptop. I can’t begin to list places I’ve jotted down a few lines or character ideas on good old paper and pen.
I’m hard pressed to decide which is my favorite place to write. I love my desk, of course, because it is totally set up for ME, my comfort. On the road, I prefer places with free WiFi, good coffee and some atmosphere. Atmosphere for me is a little hum of talk and laughter, the smell of coffee or food and all kinds of people. When I’m struggling with something, a little people watching is sublime.
While you consider that . . . I’m thinking of trying the crepes here. Can you imagine a neighborhood coffee place that serves crepes? Do you think they make sugar free Nutella crepes?