I love the atmosphere of libraries for writing. The problem? No food allowed.
I'm no good at being productive without sustenance. I'm not the type of person who can throw myself into something so deeply that I forget to eat. I need food. Or, at the very least, coffee.
(Coffee counts as food, right? And if not exactly as food, then at least as "fuel," like my NaNoWriMo mug says.)
Coffee to the People in San Francisco (at right, where the quiche and bagels with chunky peanut butter have gotten me through many a writing session)
Espresso Roma in Berkeley (where a "single" latte is as strong as rocket fuel)
Solstice Cafe in Seattle (below, which I frequented during grad school and got me through my thesis, but honestly I can't remember the food or coffee, just the mellow atmosphere and the amazing tree-ring tables)
I'm currently in the process of moving to a house where I'm going to have my very own room for writing, etc. It's next to the kitchen, so perhaps I'll start to make my own food and coffee. But when I hear the laundry calling...? I think I'll go in search of a new cafe.
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I'm going to put Coffee to the People in a book, cause i hear that's what all the cool writers are doing.
I always feel a little like an imposter as a writer because I don't drink coffee. I love it, but I end up bouncing off the ceiling, which sort of defeats the mellow vibe thing. One of my goals is to be able to write productively in a cafe.
I just found a Starbucks to write in, that is very...unstarbucksy, with a comfy couch I sit on with my laptop for hours each morning. My laundry's always calling, so I HAVE to go...
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