Until I did all that blogging from the coffee shop in Korea I thought I wasn't the kind of person who could get anything done in such a busy place. It was a surprise to discover I could shut out all the noise and activity around me (well, except for that day the Moonies were sitting next to me) and carry on with my writing.
At the time I wondered if it was working simply because the alternative was to write from my room at the Love Motel. Or, more likely, because I treated myself to a gelato every day when I was finished with the post. When I got home I decided to see if it would work, minus the Korean incentives.
Kamloops has a funky little cafe/coffee/eclectic craft shop called The Art We Are. I love this place. It is like stepping back into my years spent in the Kootenays. The ladies running the shop have dreadlocks and tattoos.
Not a single piece of furniture matches.
The art for sale is, well, eclectic.
Bits of folded paper are randomly sprinkled between the bricks. I grabbed the closest one and unfolded it to see what wisdom it would impart. It was a great pick for a knitter! It said "When the snow flies wear a toque." (Maybe I should take it home and read it to Jenny.)
You never know from day to day what your tea pot and mug will look like.
My routine right now is to come here three mornings a week. Some days, like today, I write a blog post.
Some days I work on other things. But the important thing, the thing that keeps me coming back is the fact I can get more done in two hours in these rather unique surroundings than I can get done in eight hours at home. There are no jobs that need to be done, no dogs that need my attention, no phone calls. Nothing but me, my computer, some noise cancelling headphones, a cup of tea, and occasionally one of the amazing Art We Are gluten-free muffins.
It might not be The Elephant House.
But that's okay. I'm not J.K. Rowling, Ian Rankin or Alexander McCall Smith.