It’s Saturday morning, I’m drinking tea in one of my favorite coffee shops, and working on a synopsis. Life is good.It’s pouring rain outside, but warm for a change. I don’t mind being wet if I’m warm.
Yesterday, I finished the second draft of the WIP I’ve been working on (book 2 – Nederlander series). I like it, but I need a rest from it for awhile. That’s why I decided to write a synopsis, and get working on background information for book 3. I’m thinking of setting it in Florence. What fun.
Took in two workshops and a critique group session in the last two weeks. Craft ideas are swirling in my head, and I hope they’ll land in my work… soon. I’m counting on gravity.
The Swagger part…
My friendly coffee shop is changing. Starbucks opened last month just down the road, soaking up some of its clientele like a nasty mop. This morning I’ve noticed mostly men have come into this one. That seems odd, but it’s a rougher crowd here than in the other place.
Why is that? We’re like two hundred meters away, and the prices are similar.
But there’s something about holding a Starbucks cup high in the air as you walk that speaks of status. It’s like a Starbucks swagger has creeped into our culture. At a price of almost five dollars for a latte that is an expensive swagger.
I’m not a coffee shop snob. I like moving around and trying different settings.
I like our new shiny Starbucks, because it has enormous windows and sunlight (what little we’ve seen this season) streams in. It will always be in my heart, because that’s where I was when I got the good news about finalling in the Daphne.
I like this Serious Coffee shop, because it’s independent, has quiet corners for working, and a more egalitarian feel about it. Street people come in to get warm. They don’t buy anything. When it’s miserable outside, they use the washrooms, get warm and leave. And that seems to be okay with the management. I like that.
I’ve never seen a street person in a Starbucks. I think it would foul the swagger thing.
I wonder what my ancestors would think of the cost of our modern swagger? I guess it’s better than corsets, or bow ties, but really…can’t we lose our desire to flaunt and look better than our neighbor?
Maybe not…when it tastes so good:)
Happy swaggering my friends.