This Saturday will mark the beginning of what I hope to make into a weekly habit – getting out of the house to write. I had originally thought to do it at the library, but realized that they would likely frown on beverages there, and I have to have coffee or tea. Then it hit me that Cyn Shea’s might be the perfect place. They serve all the right stuff, and I know they won’t mind me taking up a table for hours, because they know me – so I’ll actually feel comfortable, instead of awkward like I do at Panera.
I’m tired of not having a first chapter draft that I can show people, so let’s make a real run of it.
/cast iPod [Rufus Wainwright – Who Are You New York]