I'm sure that whenever anyone brings an infant home, there's a certain feeling of trepidation about bringing it out into the world. Goodness knows that I've been anxious about bringing Thalia out of doors since she arrived just before Christmas. She's made a few trips to my parents' house, but otherwise, the limit of trips that my allegedly portable computer has made have been between my desk and my bed.
One of the goals of this vacation has been 'a day spent writing.' I figured today would be a good day to do it, because:
1. I've had a few days to decompress from 'work mode'
2. I wanted to spend a quiet-ish day to myself before heading back into 'work mode'
3. I can't remember the last time I've spent one.
And so, with great trepidation AND determination, I put my laptop in its bag and headed out for breakfast and writing time. I live in a place rich with coffee shops and establishments hawking their free wifi with food purchase. If anything, it's worth a shot.
I tried Naidre's first. The staff is friendly, they have wifi, and the food is great. Still, I knew it wasn't ideal - not only is it tiiiiny
, the tables are rickety, it seems to be a favorite haunt of the stroller brigade. Which I don't mind that
much, in theory. I snagged the last table and prepared to decide on a food choice when I overheard the following conversation between two mothers, each with a toddler on their lap:
Mother 1 (to toddler): What's the matter with you? Silly! I'm trying to give you a piece of cake, and you're acting like I'm trying to feed you poop!
Mother 2: It doesn't even look
like poop! (to toddler, in baby-talk voice) Does it look like poop to you?
Mother 1: See! It's not poop! It's tasty! No poop! No poop! No silly poop!
I knew in my heart that there was no way I would be able to enjoy either a good meal or a good write with this unholy combination of Rugrats
and Pink Flamingoes
within earshot. I grabbed my stuff and left, sharing an eyeroll with some poor dude also trying to get writing done.
I remembered that there was another place I'd been meaning to try and was only one avenue over, so I headed up. It was exactly what I was looking for. Now I have a nice, sturdy table, am surrounded by clicking laptops, shuffling papers, and conversations devoid of excrement. I finished my yummy chicken salad sammich, and I have a tall glass of iced green tea. Not only am I pleased, but I will almost certainly be back. I'm reluctant to divulge the name, as it already has a good crowd in here and I'm concerned with getting a seat on a Sunday or whatever.
(also, I found another great place in Union Square yesterday - Patisserie. Yummy food options, decent amounts of seating and a really cool staff, particularly the coffee dude, who actually asked me how much milk I wanted in my tea. This is the kind of thing that is done so seldomly that it will win my lifelong loyalty. )
So far, it's been a great vacation. I didn't get to do every single thing I had planned on, but that's no biggie. I needed to sit down a minute and let myself get back to well, myself. And the beauty part of these few days is that I got to do just that, but I didn't have to go anywhere to do it. I got to sleep in my own bed, spend time with people I care about, AND have some time to be by myself and wander around. Friday I spent a day at the Met, even getting to see Carly for an hour. Yesterday I wandered around parts of the far west village I don't get to see hardly ever, and really enjoyed the look around. It was such a good recharge, that yesterday, over tea and mini-pastries at Patisserie I managed to get some great ideas for Freelancer
down on paper. Maybe it's counter-productive to restart, but I'm starting to see what needs to make it what I see in my head and know in my heart that it could be. And I'm not completely dumping everything and starting from scratch, either. Just the first couple of chapters need souping up, and I can see that now. So I'm going to go and play with that a bit more. I'm starting to contemplate how to put myself on a writing schedule, too - maybe a couple of days a week I'll take a lunch at work and go somewhere to scribble for an hour, although that can be REALLY hard. Might be worth a try, though. If I can manage to work the gym into my life, I can manage this. And hey, I always have the Winchesters to keep me occupied if my regular fiction isn't biting on that particular day. (no, dotfic, I have not forgotten about my/our reality-switch fic.)