Yep, I have become that person that goes to a cafe to work or to write.
And I love that for myself…
It was fun in my case because a cafe is where people come to unwind, but I was definitely too wound up because I have been sitting on my novel’s last two chapters now for quite some time now. I now understand the struggle of finishing something you started with so much love, creativity and definitely joie de vivre, and now you’re looking at it like a chore. So, I went to the cafe to look cool( just enough to hack my brain into thinking I am a bestselling author).. and maybe finish the pending chapters.
But, instead, I just sat there staring at people ( mostly college kids) and questioning my life choices at the moment.
What was fun was that my ideas were creative enough to weave stories around these non-presuming people but absolute silly when it came to forwarding the book’s plot.
But the coffee was great, so were the quiches, and the conversations around me were promising too, but then when you’re amongst college kids, life gotta be hopeful, right…right???
Fingers in symphony 