For writers, there’s something about a coffeehouse.
I’m not sure if it’s the sound of the cappuccino machine or the smell of the coffee beans or the sight of art by local artists that inspires us.
Maybe it’s all the distractions: voices of the baristas, chatter from the other patrons, the constant traffic of orders being taken, made, and called out loudly across the room.
Or perhaps it’s the quiet of knowing what’s going down on your own paper―a secret that no one else in the busy room can see.
There’s something about a coffeehouse. For writers, it feels like home.