Writer in the Wild: Champp's

Every writer has her "place" - the spot that fits her & the way she writes.  The place where they know your name, and start making your favorite latte/chai/wine/margarita the minute you walk in. 

I've been searching for "my place," and it's taken me to a lot of local hotspots.  What I have realized is that "my place" is completely dependent on "my mood at the time."  Which means I've got to have a list of coffee shops, restaurants, bars, and even other people's houses so that there is always something to suit my mood & my need.

Tonight was the most unique yet.  At about 7 this evening, our power went out.  Kaput.  Completely.  No fan, no A/C, no lights, no nothing.  And while my laptop was charged, it was dark in my house.  And hot.  Plus, no electricity means no TV, which in Olympics season is next to torture for my husband.  

So we're at Champp's, a local sports bar, watching Olympics, drinking margaritas, and, well, writing blog posts.  It's a little odd, hanging at the sports bar with my laptop, but if there is one thing I have learned, it's  that writing demands flexibility.  And sometimes being flexible means margaritas.