in which Our Hero needs to sleep

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Again, late-night post before bed.

Got 2k done. Went to a tiny coffee shop, where there were nine (I counted) laptop people sitting in a line around the edge of the coffee shop, their backs to the walls. There was a tenth laptop person, who had to sit next to the fireplace. All of us could see his screen.

The part I dislike about coffee shop writing is when they play music over the speakers. Drowning it out with my own feels rude, but their music rarely helps me to write.

Just after I got 2,000 words for the day, it was time to have dinner and go off to the local SFF-y writers' meetup snurri organizes. Which was fun! I like hanging out with writer-types.

...yeah, all right, I am too tired to even be properly excited about meeting other local writers. Bed for me.