Today I've ventured out of my abode and sought out a bagel and coffee, a place with free wi-fi and plenty of people watching:
Sometimes switching up an environment is the little jolt I need to get juices flowing differently. I know it is so cliche to go to a coffee shop and write in LA but I used to do it a lot in NY too. Writers in coffee shops...it's what we do. I plan on getting lost for a bit, sketching a story - maybe from memories, maybe from the people I see walking by. Nothing and no one is safe when observed by a writer. There was a coffee shop I used to go to in NY on 24th and 6th. My husband would leave for work and I would head to my favorite spot. It was always crowded with a long line that moved quickly. You'd have to fight for a table and I'd usually "reserve" mine by tossing my notebook and free Metro and AM New York papers on it. The everything bagel was plump and they didn't scrimp on the cream cheese. And the coffee was delicious. And I would just write freehand in my notebook, watch the characters that drifted in and out and feel fulfilled. I'd made NY my own. There is a definite sense of pride that is associated with that memory. I've talked before about how "making it" may mean a collection of milestones along the way. If that is true, then my morning ritual at the NY coffee shop is included in my making-it-road-map. I was livin' the dream. I still am.
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