Musings Part 4 – The Latte Is Gone
Well I find the inevitable has happened and it was much too soon….they took away my drink. Somehow the cappuccino hot chocolate I have isn’t the same. I guess I’ll have to figure out how to make it at home. My drink that is. I was at Borders earlier and realized Dropbox hadn’t updated my files and I was hoping I could access them that way because I left my pen drive at home. But it’s all right. It’s reasonably nice outside so I didn’t mind going out again.
It’s quieter here too. Well some people have started to laugh and when I first sat down, the two women sitting next to me stopped talking abruptly, although there were people on the other side of them. Well my table is closer but really? If you want to have a personal conversation a bookstore café is NOT the place to have it.
And I looked at books for a little while again. How many of us remember Jean Auel? She wrote Clan of the Cave Bear a few years back and suddenly seemed to disappear from the industry for almost a decade. Now she’s back, with a new book, and if I may venture a guess, a new attitude. It’s only been about five years since my writing defeat. Sometimes I wonder if I should have waited longer before trying again, if I should try at all.
I used to be able to write a book within three months. Now it takes considerably longer. Maybe that’s a good thing? I haven’t been working much on my projects except when I go to the bookstore. I wonder why that is? After my old PC crashed and I had to go to the library, I hated doing it. But then again I didn’t have my cute netbook at the time, nor could I have an unlimited supply of sweets and caffeinated beverages. OK, not an unlimited supply, these things cost a lot of money. And I swear if those young girls two tables down don’t stop giggling…
But I tend to get more done here. Maybe because I’m away from home and there are less distractions? But then again they’re my distractions and I could just as easily ignore them. I can make my own coffee and cocoa drinks. I have before. You can buy toffee chips anywhere. So why don’t I do that? Stay home and write? I really can’t say what it is. Suggestions anyone?
I read a post earlier today (and of course I can’t find it now) on an author’s blog about how the author had just sent out a work and he couldn’t decide what to start next and found himself doing the dreaded checking of e-mails. My situation is similar. I know what I want to write but I find myself doing the old checking the e-mail thing too. It’s a bit harder to do outside of the home and to be honest I don’t want to do it on the free Wi-Fi anyway.
So I guess I’m going to have to train myself to work from home so to speak. Otherwise all my money is going to go on lattes and red velvet cupcakes.
Damn someone just sat next to me with this delicious looking bowl of cream of chicken and rice soup and a crusty loaf of bread, as we fantasy writers like to say. It smells way too good. All right I need to go home now.