My office is comfortable, quiet, and filled with cute stuff. It’s MY space and generally off-limits to anyone over the age of ten. (Besides me, of course.)
As much as I love my office, I sometimes feel cooped up. Well, maybe more than sometimes. The need to flee hits regularly enough that I keep a writer’s bag packed. Okay, I actually keep three different writer’s bags packed. All cute. All stocked with basic office supplies and ready to roll. I just drop in my netbook or printed pages and run.
One of my top places to go and write is Panera Bread. Good food, good people, free wi-fi, lots of space. There are two here in Ocala. At each location, I have a favorite spot to sit, plus two back-up positions. Because even though I try to get there by 6:30 a.m. to nab my special spot, other people happen.
I eat breakfast there. (Love their new granola/fruit/yogurt cups!) Sometimes I have a bagel with my yogurt. (Like when I’m waiting for that person to get out of my spot.) If the writing’s going well, I end up eating lunch there, too. (Love their Greek salad!) Then I take something home for later. (Basically I love their everything!) The problem is, food is rent. Since I have little will power when it comes to food, I only go to Panera once a week. (Twice if it’s a bad week.)
And since it’s been a bad week and it’s only Thursday, I have to go to one of my other favorite (translation: low-cal) writing places today. Happy writing!