Not the sharpest tool

So, how long have we owned this cafe??
Since january, so that's ten months. So why in the name of God's green earth did I never put it together that:

a) i have always written well in cafes
b) i now have my own cafe and should perhaps, oh, i don't know -- WRITE IN IT!!

now, I understand that during the day there's work to do (and most nights too) and babies to play with and love and cherish, but after the cherub has gone to bed?

it finally clicked tonight, and i stole downstairs at 9pm armed with a wad of paper and three different coloured pens and voila - pages were written. Good pages too. Ideas flowing, characters talking ten to the dozen, asking me where I've been and what took me so long to get to their story.

Who knew?

Of course I had to do a little bit of work on my space. A lamp pulled out of storage, chairs placed in strategic positions to create a kind of cafe cave. But it works! I have FOUND MY PLACE. My days of wandering from the bed to the couch to my paperwork ridden desk are over!

I'm so happy for writer me.

And it's a slightly different process for this book. Entirely different process actually. I'm doing a month of prewriting rather than the usual feet first oh crap process. I'll let you know how it goes.

Tomorrow night I might even crank up the stereo! Lord above - it's a riot over here!