You're creepy. - I'm sitting at my favorite mobile computing spot in Pinellas Park. Panera Bread.
I tend to work better on my writing in this kind of environment. At least for this season in my writing life. I like the busyness around me. For some reason it helps me to concentrate on my writing.
Perhaps too, I like the feel of being around people. I like to people watch and, yes, eavesdrop on conversations; making mental notes of characteristics like clothing, mannerisms, and dialogue flow.
Anyway, I'm nursing a cup of decaf and a scrumptious cinnamon chip scone with the laptop before me and Penelope Stokes's, Writing & Selling the Christian Novel, cracked to page 218 and I've discovered something disturbing. I must be creepy.
I don't know, maybe it's because I'm sitting in the back nook of the store, my back to the wall, and the computer screen hidden from eyes that might want to pry. I love this spot because it gives me a great view of the dinning area, has one of the few places where I can plug in my laptop when the battery gives out (way too fast), and has an incredibly strong wifi signal as opposed to the far end of the restaurant were other power plugs are located.
When I came in several hours ago, this spot was vacant so I quickly grabbed it. But the young woman (the only person in this area at the time) who had just grabbed a seat at a table for two just in front of it picked up her soda and napkin and moved to a table some twenty feet away.
My ego was bruised a bit, but I guess I could understand it. She was joined by a female companion shortly there after and they had some animated discussions, she being the listener. But since then no one, with the exception of two older men, have sat within two tables of me.
My ego was further bruised, and prompted this post, when an attractive woman came around the corner with her drink and started to sit two tables away and looked at me. I attempted a charming smile as her motion drew my eye from the LCD screen and she picked up her drink and moved to a booth some thirty feet away where she was joined by her husband and young child.
I have showered and am freshly shaved, combed, and dressed presentably enough for a Florida Panera.
So I can only imagine that people find a lone guy sitting in a Panera strange and weird enough to change tables.
Perhaps I should sit with my back to the dinning area and see what develops. I would think curiosity might prompt others to sit and sneak peaks at what I'm working on with my back to them and my face the to wall (maybe that's my best side). Or perhaps I could attempt to sit sidways, sort of half-n-half - my favorite coffee additive - and see what the reaction of other patrons would be.
A lone guy just sat down two tables in front of me with his back to me. So perhaps I'm not as creepy as I fear.
Well, back to Sins of Our Fathers.
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