Straw, allow me to introduce you to the camelback...

So I come into the library this morning, all abuzz to finish chapter two; and I head to my favourite little quartet of tables - and they are not there. They are gone. Emptiness abides.

I have fines to pay, so I go to make enquiries; and this is a permanent change. Paperback racks will be occupying my space, to promote flexibility elsewhere.

I am idiotically distressed. There are many tables all through the library, but that was the corner that I liked: the lighting was right, the chairs were right. Nothing else is any good.

So: virtue, meet necessity. I need to find another venue. Our regular coffeeshop kinda works, but I really want the window seat and that's seldom available. How did I ever learn to be so fussy...? (Actually, I know the answer to that: the Lit & Phil taught me. It was my perfect space.* Nothing else will ever measure up.)


*So long as I could get my own table, obviously. And nobody spoke in the Silence Room. And, and, and...

Step away from the keyboard

Aaand that's Chapter Two. Tomorrow I take a closer look at Patreon, and maybe play with Scrivener, and do not start Chapter Three, oh no, not at all, no way, I am not ready...

Aaand now, a glass of wine because I haven't even started drinking yet, what's with that?