Except this week, thanks to a chat I had one of the brilliant members of my brilliant writers group (and in case that sentence makes it sound like I was chatting to one of the brilliant members, instead of one of the cretinous members, let me state here that they are all brilliant, and I am blessed to be amongst them), I decided to kick myself into high gear, act like a real writer, and go sit in a coffee shop with my laptop. At night.
Hooray and thank you, brilliant writers' group member.
As soon as I stepped into Swork on Monday evening it all came flooding back to me. I love coffee shops. I love writing in them. I love surrounding myself with people all quietly working on meaningful projects. Scripts, essays, physics homework, masterplans to rule the world – they were all being quietly hatched as I stared into space, thinking up clever ways for my characters to say clever things.
I love the writing I did that night. So on Wednesday I hit GroundWork on Sunset and last night it was Zeli Coffee Bar in Pasadena. (Notice how I carefully avoided any multifarious international conglomerates in favor of organic, fair-trade, independent kind of places?).
Right. So the moral of this tale for those of us who write (and if you don't, why are you reading my blog, Crazy Person?):
Change your routine. Get out of your rut. Do something you wouldn't normally do. It's good for your writing and it's good for your soul.
Profound.
Artery Cloggery
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1 comment:
Good advice! Isn't it funny how you forget how nice and relaxing writing in a coffee shop can be? I think I'll head off to one tomorrow morning. Thanks for the reminder!
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