So, this weekend, I thought I'd play aspiring author in public for the first time. After I ran my errands, I went into a Peet's Coffee shop to work on the novel. With such a beautiful day, I figured it would be empty, quiet, a nice oasis in the sea of Pasadena Saturday hustle and bustle.
I was so wrong.
Found the last available table and borrowed a chair from someone. So far so good. But there was a live band in the corner--guitarist, keyboardist, reeds and a guy on conga drums. Very hip and progressive, but I can't write when I hear music. Screw it, I can do this. I pulled out my laptop and fired it up.
My computer battery decided to drain like a wide open tub with the stopper out. But I was on a mission to complete my first major rewrite before the battery died. All I got done was cutting out the old text; the new will be moved to another day. When my computer got down to 20%, I thought I'd better cool it. Turned it off and put it back in the case.
Fortunately, I had my manuscript with me, so I could continue with editing. I found more errors and a few more inconsistencies. It was hard, though. Streams of people kept pouring in, and I couldn't help eavesdropping. I was also sitting close to the cashier, who seemed to spend most of his time explaining the difference in cup sizes between Peets and Starbucks. Poor guy. I was surprised it was so busy.
But I was cranking along. I'd been trying desperately to tune out voices, when I heard a familiar one. A coworker came in with his wife and tried to sneak up on me. Funny. I'm used to doing tele-meetings at work and hearing his voice, which is why it stood out to me.
I was there for maybe 90 minutes. I think I get more done at home, however. Maybe next time, Starbucks....