This morning marks the third morning in a row that I've spent in a coffee shop. My kids (homeschooled) are taking part in an art class a few blocks away, so I have 2.5 hours all to myself for three mornings. Bliss!
1. Uninterrupted time to spend on the novel. (Another 1K on the total)
2. The kids get to have some instruction provided by someone other than me.
3. We get out and about in the beautiful fall weather before winter sets in.
1. The coffee shop is a wireless hot spot. I have a wireless laptop. Email is so
2. I am an inveterate people watcher. After three days, I've determined who 'the
regulars' are. There is a student with big textbooks, enveloping sweatshirt
and a lollipop, who slips her shoes off and curls into a leather chair with
her notebook. There's the youth pastor who wears his sunglasses on his
head. And the gramma who brings her little granddaughter, a colorbook
and a box of crayons each morning and meets 'the girls' for coffee. All
3. Then there is the oddity I like to call me. I've spent almost seven hours of the
past three days in a coffee shop. I don't even drink coffee! Instead, I've
sipped a lukewarm hot chocolate each day and surfed, blogged, edited
and generally sated my need to observe the human condition, at least as
shown in the local coffee shop. I do feel rather bohemian, on line, sipping
from an insulated coffee cup, in a place where they roast their own beans
and occasionally have live entertainment. For a simple country girl like
me, this is very cosmopolitan. It will probably find its way into a novel.
I did update the word counter yesterday. Woohoo! Over 11K words.