Cafe Time
Made it to the cafe fairly quick. Been driving in because it's faster on the highway I take due to kids being off from school. It's quite nice.
The only problem has been the garage being slow. But today they okay.
I say cafe, but it's this place that has public seating. There is a cafe, but it's full and I don't feel like waiting for 15 minutes and then not getting a seat.
So I grabbed one and here I am.
A fellow author had asked a question the other day, maybe i'll drop this link in that post as the answer.
I guess when I'm feeling down a bit, the feeling of even just thinking about a cafe gets me going.
I know it sounds cliche. The writer sitting in a cafe typing, sipping coffee after coffee.
I like the leaf they do here, but I don't even have a coffee this morning. It's strictly work.
I think it's a deeper meaning. Like when I was working in retail, or other jobs that weren't so fun (not that the one I work now is much better) I would fantasize about writing. I'd look longingly at the cafes and the people typing on their laptops.
I'd imagine myself doing the same. Or in front of a fireplace with a drink.
It kept me going.
I don't need it to write, but it's one of the things that energizes me.
This cafe visit before work is the only place I can go really without being seen by too many from work, so that's why I sit here.
Plus I like the leaf.
WCM
The only problem has been the garage being slow. But today they okay.
I say cafe, but it's this place that has public seating. There is a cafe, but it's full and I don't feel like waiting for 15 minutes and then not getting a seat.
So I grabbed one and here I am.
A fellow author had asked a question the other day, maybe i'll drop this link in that post as the answer.
I guess when I'm feeling down a bit, the feeling of even just thinking about a cafe gets me going.
I know it sounds cliche. The writer sitting in a cafe typing, sipping coffee after coffee.
I like the leaf they do here, but I don't even have a coffee this morning. It's strictly work.
I think it's a deeper meaning. Like when I was working in retail, or other jobs that weren't so fun (not that the one I work now is much better) I would fantasize about writing. I'd look longingly at the cafes and the people typing on their laptops.
I'd imagine myself doing the same. Or in front of a fireplace with a drink.
It kept me going.
I don't need it to write, but it's one of the things that energizes me.
This cafe visit before work is the only place I can go really without being seen by too many from work, so that's why I sit here.
Plus I like the leaf.
WCM
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