Coffee Shops

I've heard and glimpsed those folks who truck out to coffee shops with their laptops and their lattes to work on whatever project they're working on. But you'd be more likely to find me in a convent than you would in a coffee shop working.

Now, I admit my bias-- I'm a hermit crab. I prefer to stay in my little cave. I have my computer and my internet, all my foods in the fridge (and it's all safe). I have my notebooks, my dictionaries and thesaurasi, my baby names book and my private eye reference books and a couple other wordsmithing tools. So I just don't see the benefit of heading OUT someplace where I have none of this to work.

I had a hard enough time working in the Reading Room at the University I attended for four years. With the people coming and going and the occaisional cell phone or other conversation to eavesdrop on, it was very distracting at I soaked it in and mused over the stories that might go along with these characters.

The only reason I can come up with making the foray to work at a coffee shop or some other wi-fi hot spot is for that free wireless connection. Of course, I have internet at home-- that's non-negotiable. I'd rather sit in the cold and dark than not have internet.

Though I have to wonder if my persective would change if my main job didn't get me out of the house... and working with ever-delightful adolescents who don't tend to like school, teachers, or work.

Or it could just be that I'm a quite, introverted person. The kind no one expects to be writing about a kick-ass woman who trades sexual favors for information. And that kind of writing should probably best done at home... for various reasons. ;-)