To be fair – they weren’t openly snickering. The counter staff at the coffee shop where I’d parked myself and my laptop were – ermmm – openly interested in watching me type. Which seemed a bit peculiar….until…..I figured out I was making faces to accompany everything my hero and heroine were going through. And kind of swaying a bit. Occasionally hunching my shoulders and letting a slow breath pass between my lips at the thought of the hero taking his —— EEEEK! Thank goodness it wasn’t a lusty, beneath the sheets fest of …. or was it? Did I pant? (Not that heroine would pant – as if!) I can’t remember. All I recall was sheepishly folding my laptop in two, tucking it into my tote and hightailing it to the next coffee shop along the way where I did the exact same thing. Turns out – when I’ve got my writing groove on – it infects all of me. Head to toe writing mojo dancing through me like a whirlwind – or was that just the third cup of coffee having its wicked way with me?
While it would be very nice to think I look like deeply romantic, a curl of hair brushing against my softly flushed cheek as I emotionally transfer my deepest (and finest) writing efforts onto the page – I probably looked like someone trying to write a schizophrenic Dear John letter. Or a zany job application (too hopeful that my quirky outlook would get me the post).
Whatever they thought – it didn’t matter – because at that cafe, on that day, with that particularly fine flat white (and croissant that we will pretend I didn’t eat because I’m on diet 412)…produced thousands of words. It was an ideas factory and I was loving it. I had my groove on.
What kind of places do you write well in? At home I almost need it library quiet. I can work in coffee shops – but not all…depends upon the music, how many people have head colds in the vicinity, how good the snacks are (I’ve obviously cracked that diet thing). I haven’t tried the library yet but thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m now just a wee bit addicted to having Brief Encounters with my laptop at the Waterstones flagship store in London on my infrequent trips up there. I love the idea of leaning against a tree and scrivening away – but am not entirely sure the rural idyll would work for me and my laptop…then again…who knows? Anyone tried it? Typing in the nook of a treetop? Floating in a boat?
C’mon…I told you mine….where do you get your groove on?