jkatkina

I’ve fallen into the delightfully stereotypical habit of going to coffee shops to write. This is in part because my city has some really gorgeous and chill coffee shops — you throw a stone, you hit a coffee shop. They’re only outpaced by sushi joints, which means there’s one (or several) to suit anyone’s tastes. Often, but not always, TL and I go on these excursions together; it’s lovely, it feels like old times.

In other part this is because, during the time I was trying to balance freelance and working part-time at the print shop, I got into some bad habits at home. The computer room in our apartment has had some bad juju since we moved in, and I kind of made it worse by spending a lot of depressed, frightened, paralyzed days trying to do work in there. It’s hard to get anything done there even now, when I’m working full-time in a good creative job. This got really bad over the holidays: I fell full-force back into the same miserable paralysis I thought I had escaped. It was kind of a wake-up call, but I’m still mulling over how to emotionally disinfect the space (and get my head back on straight, to boot).

Thus, in the meantime, coffee shops! It’s that or fall off the horse entirely with writing, which I’m unwilling to do. It’s not the kindest on the wallet, but hell if it isn’t cheaper than renting a studio space.