More Coffee Shops—L. Kappel

Pre pandemic,  gosh I didn’t think in my life time I would reference a pre-major event!

Yes , pre pandemic my creative space was in any of our wonderful local coffees bars.

My work was on the road frequently and seeking out some of my favourite spots,  as I am a fussy coffee person.

Foam I love foam, when in New York I dreaded ordering my coffee, I guess after a law suite where a women held her coffee between her thigh and it spilt burning her , yes now they had to put lids on securely, meaning less foam and the lid kills what’s left.

So, I had to force my sisters to have coffee to stay not to go.

Where was I? yes coffee shop writing, the chatter takes me out of my head , writing becomes a bit more spontaneous some might call it , “you know by the seat of your pants”                                          

I call it the creative draft, the premise, I have an idea. My trusty note book, yes with some coffee stains,,, As the patrons chattered on the phone , looking for a refund , sadly admitting to , it was my fault,  what more shopping just text me . How did that happen you’re kidding me you mean behind the gate they did that in broad daylight.  Please tell me what they did.

Yes the world is a stage etc,etc.

Writing can be a lonely, almost isolating experience.  I have tried my kitchen table but there are too many distractions. Besides, I am now leaning French and Mandarin online, yep, I do it in the kitchen.

Now I write in my home office, I am fortunate that  our writing group                                                                                                                                                             has an open zoom Mon to Friday. So, it feels like company but also accountability. We write for 25 mins then have a 10 min chat, this can go from 8am to 11:30.

I do long for those fun days in the coffee shop but somehow they are but a fond memory for now.