Just got home. Why am I posting once I am back at home you ask? Because once again the internet was inaccessible at the cafe. Bleh. I got 688 words written for my spy novel tonight, but I bet at least 200 of them are notes to research things once I have an internet connection.
Tell me how does it help me to pay good money for a baby sitter so I can go and work in peace if I can’t do any work while I am there?
Sigh. Quiet night at the cafe, for writers anyway. We talked about life, love, and the pursuit of movies that make you want to talk about them after you watch them. smiles.
If only the internet had been working it would have been almost idyllic.