I have an espresso machine, a guitar, a huge couch and a TV and a fridge. And I’m usually the only one there. In short: The perfect writing room.

So, when I get up in the morning I take a long look at it, assemble my notes and laptop and head to where I write. A very small coffee shop where I’ve been going for 15 years. I have to get in early to get one of the two tables at the end of the ”corridor” that is the coffee shop. It’s the only tables where I really can write. The clientele are mostly regulars, it has a friendly, everybody-knows-each-other vibe. For example, many people there know me (although I keep from getting involved too much socially, since I’m there to work) and sometimes, when ”my” tables are busy, they will graciously offer to move to another table. I always say thank you, that’s very generous, but no need, but if they insist I will promptly say: ”well, in that case…” and put my computer at the table.

If I don’t get that offer, I will wait for my chance at another table, maybe reading the papers, or—if it looks like they are staying for a while, ask if it’s ok that I share their table. Nobody has refused yet, but if they did, I’d be ok with that, I guess. Although I myself have never refused to share my table with anyone, I even smile and welcome them. (But the smile is not that warm, it’s a smile meant to tell them that though I follow common etiquette, I’d prefer they leave as soon as they have finished their coffee–or, if they are working too–move when another table is available.)

Sources:

• https://www.penguin.com.au/books/the-thirst-9781911215295/article/1403-jo-nesbo-writing