Writer + Coffee Shop = Love

Hello fellow writers!
It is a gorgeous Superbowl Sunday here in my little hometown. And today, I have found myself dragging one of my roommates out of his bed and going to the coffee shop with me. There is no coffee shop local to our house, which is very disappointing. The local coffee shop went under--although I have seen people inside working on it so we can only hope that it becomes something worthy and not a stupid fast food restaurant or another liquor store. Then again, when Starbucks came to our little south of the burbs, the competition beat it out and our coffee supply dried up. All we have to rely upon is one of the three McD's and a Duncan Doughnuts. There is not much for the writer community except an abandoned firehouse that has been converted into a frequent village hall for writers once a month. I have yet to find that haven.
So, a good 15 minute drive is just what the doctor ordered!
I love it here.
I use to work in a coffee shop, so walking up to the counter and ordering was like a second language. I barely remember what I ordered but it just danced off my tongue easily. And as we sit here, I am glad we found the last table at 11:20 this morning because as we sit here at 12:45, the place is bustling with activity. There are children, runners, couples and the number of netbooks, laptops and iPads are starting to dwindle to chattering people and rattling toys.
It will take some time to get comfortable to my groove here. I find the random music refreshing since it is unknown what we will hear. But with several favorites in the mix. I would have preferred a window seat or something hidden in the corner but this seat in the middle is just fine. I am able to sit comfortably and stare out the window at the beautiful sunny day outside. With car dealerships across the rather busy road, the sun glistens off the paint to only heighten the beauty of the sparkle and shine. It is busy and active. I love looking out the windows to see the uncommonly beautiful day. It is Superbowl Sunday in February and I feel more like eating a nice turkey club sandwich than a big hearty bowl of turkey chilli.

In another life, I want to own a coffee shop or at least live here. When I retire, I am going to live in a coffee shop. I love the sounds and smells. The world in my soul revolves a lot around the coffee shop.
Writer + Coffee Shop = Love
I want to be a regular.

Today is not a big burst of creativity today.
But it is just my mood and surrounding emotions. Nothing to do with the place.
I fear I'm going to change moods too much to focus on this story.
I love the coffee shop. I love being a writer.

Cafe-au-Lait

I don't normally drink coffee anymore. Look it up. The Mystery of the Caffeinated Me is quite a fun true story. But now that November is quickly approaching (not fast enough because my creative fingers are dancing over the keyboard in anticipation), I feel that coffee inspiration is like a kick to jumpstart my creativity. Even with a splash of caffeine in my decaf coffee, I'm inspired.

I rearranged my desk this weekend--twice. Originally, it sits in my bedroom, facing the wall under the vast window. I feel boxed in some days. I have to twist and turn to look behind me and see any form of life. Completely turning it around with my back to the window proved to make me feel trapped and constricted nevermind the fact that anyone walking into my room acts as if they are stepping into an office and they ask me for a raise. Next step? Sit beside the window and stare at the closet door. It works. I was able to pound out 5 pages this weekend. It is a very small start but I'll take it!

Now, I must sit on my hands before November. Let's hope the coffee keeps me from scribbling out "ideas" which turn into chapters. Ha!