coffee shop stop

I’ve been sitting here for over an hour and a half and my writing has been for shit. I started two stories, half finished an existing one and started this one. I even came up with a title for a poem and then deleted the post altogether. I can’t write anything right now and it’s cause I’m in public. I realized I write better when I’m alone at home. Probably for the best cause I've spent 22 dollars since I’ve arrived. I got a ham and cheese sandwich, oolong tea, a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant cause I’m a sucker for each one of these things, especially for the croissant.

I hate wasting time. It’s not a resolution cause it’s something that I must make a conscious effort not to do. I want to make everything count. I want to go to the coffee shop and accomplish things and not just write aimlessly.

So I will keep this short. I have plans to cook tonight and I’m excited about using my pressure cooker for the first time. But here’s a view of my seat today so you could see why I was swooned into hanging out in the city, trying to be hip and cool since the temps were finally in the double digits. The moral of this story is, there’s nothing wrong with not being able to write in the coffee shop. I could still use these future moments to hang with my buddy who lives close by. I like the way we laugh when we’re together.

I’ll dedicate this post to her Elke Knupp.