i have been asked so many times whether or not i spend hours and hours in cafes, writing. i never have - i tend to write on my laptop, and i tend not to take it out of the house much (i know, kinda kills the point of having a laptop, right?). i feel as if, while i was out and about being 'a writer', that it would be just my luck to get the lappie stolen or something. and writing in such a visible way would probably make me so self concious and paranoid that i'd just sit there the whole time explaining or trying to justify myself that i'd never get any real work done - as much as i would love to, i could never be like carrie on sex and the city, comfortable at her local starbucks, contemplating her next sassy sentence bathed in the flickering glow coming from the many laptop screens around her. anyway, this sunday just gone, after having packed the husband away for the day (no, i didn't stuff him in the cupboard - he went on a bike ride with my brother and his kids), i fulfilled the writer-in-the-cafe fantasy.
by the time i read the papers, had a shower and got my shit together it was lunch time, and i was starving. i could see myself pottering around the house all day, cooking and faffing around, and then finding myself at 4pm with not a shred of work done. so i decided i needed to leave the house in order to get some constructive hours out of the day. before i could over-think it, i packed the pages in a bag and went down to my local cafe. it was the best decision ever. i got so much reading done, all the while enjoying scrummy food and a seemingly bottomless pot of english breakfast. then, three hours later, i packed up and headed home, rewarding myself with an afternoon viewing of closer on dvd. i'm nearly done with the second proofs, but the only thing slowing me down right now is this irritating cold i've caught from somewhere.
hmmm...
it better not have come from the cafe.
Monday, May 16, 2005
wanky cafe fantasy fulfilled!
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i used to feel it was kinda obligatory to write in cafes. after all, that's what "real" writers do. so i'd sit in cafes with my notebook and write like shopping lists and shit. i'd write on the tram...i've got about 10 notebooks filled with stuff like "I'm going to work. I hate my job. I hate the tram. The man beside me stinks."
Now I write at home.
hey kathryn,
i know what you mwan. i have done some writing on publ;ic transport, actual writing - i find it an excellent place to nail some character descriptions. on a tram i once sat across from this girl who chewed her gum with her mouth open, and it totally negated everything else about her that may have looked even remotely appealing. instead of rolling my eyes or scowling at her, i nailed the irritation i was feeling with a (quite uncomplimentary) description of the way she looked whern she chewed gum... i'm saving it for when i come up with a really irritating character.
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