Now that I bought my fancy-schmancy, portable laptop, I need a cool-schmool place to write my ever elusive novel that has yet to see the light of day.
I looked up “places where famous and filthy-rich authors” have written their novels, and it seems I have been doing it all wrong. No wonder I have not been discovered by the powers that be. I was chained to the house using my old, trusty PC.
It seems famous authors hang out in cafés, coffee shops, and bars, and when it comes to launching their first book, they hold their debuts at these places, giving them well-deserved praise for boosting their muse. The atmosphere at these cafés created memorable characters, the strong aroma of Colombian brew at the coffee shops evoked passionate plots, and imbibing hard liquor loosened the lexicon.
I am looking for a cool schmool place to write my novel AND be seen by the adoring public. I cannot afford much, so there will be no renting of solitary hotel rooms, relaxing condos on the beach, or interminable train rides with romantic vistas.
I need some place free, like the new city library, but it is still being built. I would stake a spot at a bookstore but try finding one of those these days, and it is not the same dragging a bean bag over from the furniture department at Walmart every day and squatting by their book and magazine section.
Someone suggested I might as well stay home. All my resources would be readily available at my house – all the coffee I want, lots of pens and paper, free secured Wi-Fi. I could lock myself in an empty bedroom, or sit out on the porch and enjoy the garden, or loll in bed while I dream up people and plots.
Uh, no. The key to this new plan is the need to be seen by the adoring public while hard at work, besides I live in the wilds, and I fear Zika and chiggers and UV rays. And the moment I loll in bed I fall asleep.
So I have decided to write my best-seller-about-to-be-made-into-a-movie at the Whataburger down the street. What better place to get the juices flowing but at a local burger palace? Think about it. I can type away to the tantalizing smell of burgers and onions and French fries frying. I can loosen my fingers while also loosening my belt. I can study human nature while people decide meal choices and whether or not to go with the Fancy Ketchup or the Spicy.
When my first book and its movie rights are sold, I will hold my book launch at MY Whataburger to thank them for their muse, and to thank my adoring public for their loyalty, I will treat everyone to free fries, one small bag to each person who shows up. The choice of ketchup will be up to them.