I am at the Lamplighter on Van Nuys blvd, about two or three miles from my house. It is Saturday, and it is 11AM. That's about two hours before I usually get up on weekends, and 2 hours after my alarm clock started going off.
In any case, I am here, and my laptop is open. I have one hour before I need to pick up Beezie at the airport. Then, I suspect I will be taking her to her place to take care of the cats, and then taking her to various dealerships to look at used cars, since hers was destroyed in an accident about two weeks ago.
I'm not feeling nearly as motivated at this hour of the day. Perhaps I'm just feeling less mentally sharp. Perhaps it's because the text messages and emails and conversations with my people, my mother, my roommate, my girlfriend, have already begun, and my mind is unable to focus on fiction and storytelling. Once again, I have this nagging emotional tug telling me that people are needing my attention.
Perhaps, on the weekends, this would work better at night. I should check out the closing hours on my way out.
The waitress just said, "That trips me out. I'm tripping," regarding someone's new haircut.
The biggest problem with this writing method is becoming clear: it may be too expensive. The bill is $8.97. With tip, that will be $12 or $13. It's a good motivator, sure: I've come all this way, subjected myself to feeling unwelcome, and spent the money - I had better write.
But is it sustainable at this price?
Also, I'm going to get fat.