A Coffee House Tale

I like to write in the mornings at our local coffee house.  I wait until after the rush of the work-a-day folk have rushed in to fill their travel mugs with java and dash out the door.  Between 8:30-9:00 calm has returned and tables near electrical outlets are readily available.  I find there is something unique about the coffee house environment that fuels my creativity and the noise and constant background chatter are a wonderful distraction that enhances my focus.  It’s also fun to hear the little comments:  “he’s the write;”  “somebody said he’s writing another book;”  “I think he’s writing a sequel.”  I’ve also had two reading events at the coffee house and the owner is kind enough to keep a small supply of my book on a shelf in the front of the store.

One day recently I was finishing my writing session and glanced up to see my friend, Peter.  He was looking around the room, I thought for a place to sit or find someone to visit with.  I motioned him over to my table and asked him to join me.

“Oh, I can’t stay but I wanted to share a story with you.  My wife read in the newspaper that your book was listed as one of the good reads for the month.  She didn’t say anything to me but went to Madison and inquired at several bookstores.  She came home and told me that she didn’t understand but none of the book stores she visited carried my book.  I told her to look on our shelf.  There she found your book.  She opened it and asked me, ‘how did you get a signed copy?’  My friend just laughed.  We know the author, remember?”

I thanked Peter for sharing his story and promised myself to return to the coffee shop the next day for another writing session and who knows what else.