30 Days of Gratitude: Day 10

Storms in the early morning yesterday knocked out power for twelve hours.  Some parts of town are still dark and closed.  I guess that’s a good enough reason to be a day late with this Gratitude entry.

I dig the whole gestalt of writing in a cafe.  Some writers need solitude and silence, a special desk or pen, the perfect Bach concerto, or enough room to get up and pace.  When I find the right coffee shop, I can write for hours with a pencil and a stack of napkins.

Haven opened in March of last year, and it gave me everything I needed: a small table set a little apart from the others next to a big window; a padded chair (a must when fighting Writer’s Butt); a beautiful atmosphere; coffee; delicious treats at a very reasonable price; friendly, funny staff; coffee; interesting patrons; light and tasty meals (in case the writing is going well and I don’t want to stop); and did I mention coffee?

I love being a regular at Haven.  Just like Norm in “Cheers,” I’m greeted by name when I walk in the door.  I’m included in the goings-on of the place, from trying out new drink experiments to checking the spelling on the new menu.  This winter, when I was weaning off my medications, they called me at home when I didn’t show up for a couple of days.  I’ve made good friends there.

Like every establishment, all is not paradise.  Brian, the flamboyant manager, has a volatile temper that gives a whole new meaning to “scorched earth policy.”  But, Dan, the mild-mannered owner, and Joyce, the front manager, can generally counter-balance Brian’s outbursts.  It helps that most of the kitchen staff are laid back and witty.   There are some real Zen masters back there at the prep table.

A little drama.  A nice latte.  A few words with the local philosophy professor.  It’s all part of getting into my Word Groove.  That’s the bottom line for me.  If I can leave with a couple of new pages of the novel, a couple of pages of notes, and a plan for what needs to be written tomorrow, it’s a damn fine day.

2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Kathryn McCullough
    Jul 12, 2011 @ 20:49:23

    What a great post, Sandy! I can so appreicate a place where you are known by name. We have one of those in our neighborhood. And I love your term “writer’s butt.” How perfect!


    • Sandy Sue
      Jul 13, 2011 @ 05:36:39

      Ah, you know exactly what I’m talking about—numb, flattened, hanging over the edge of the seat. Writer’s Butt has a Salvador Dali-esque quality.


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