I know last week I was complaining about my writing area undergoing renovations. I had tried other Starbucks areas to get my writing out, but it didn’t work. Last night hubby and I were in the area and I made him go see if it was finished.
It’s done.
All the old tables have been replaced by new ones and instead of long tables, they have high little ones, right at the window, perfect for writing. I almost died I was so happy.
It’s Monday morning, I’ve been here since 8:30, and I think this will work quite nicely for the next book.
And my editor is back from hiding. Good golly have I missed her silly emails… I should probably tell her. But I might sulk a bit first…
Reading: Anne of Avonlea (not as easily read as the first, but lovely)
Watching: hubby was watching Matrix 3 I think. Not paying attention.
Listening: Sleep by Azure Ray (Devil Wears Prada Soundtrack)
