Today I'm using #TBT to share a stream-of-consciousness post I wrote last fall, but never published. It's about my office, or as I like to call it, Starbucks.
I’ve missed this place so much. I feel like it’s been ages since I sat in my spot – it’s actually been 2.5 days - and I went through the drive-thru during that time.
I keep wanting to bring Henry in to show him off to all the baristas, and to Mr. Carl, a regular who comes every afternoon at 2:30, gets a black coffee, and sits in his chair. Everyone vacates his chair when he walks in.
I felt silly for a while, loving this place and these people so much, until I realized: these are the people I work with. I also work with my agent and my editors, but during this phase, this writing phase, these are the people I see every day at my office. And we are relational people - humans, I mean. I like my work and I like my work-people: David, who was raised an orthodox Jew, whose mother is a Holocaust survivor, and is an artist that creates these incredible pictures by stippling dots with ink pens. And Jamie, who is a movie buff; we laugh every day when Dan comes in because Jamie once noted that he looks (to her) like an actor who played a pedophile in a movie she saw. He’s taken the whole thing very personally, but we think its funny.
I am drinking blonde roast coffee with cream in a big for-here mug, because I’ve officially made myself at home.
I think I’ll go write my book now, seeing as the manuscript is due in 15 days. That would make me insane with anxiety if it weren’t so completely wonderful in here.
Do you have a conventional or an unconventional office? What do you love about it?