A few days ago, I spent about two hours writing in an incredible coffee shop that I stumbled upon after my physical therapy appointment in the East Village. It has a beautiful mural of the Brooklyn Bridge on the ceiling that spanned the entire shop - while it’s an incredibly small sliver of third avenue, the beauty of the bridge still attracted my gaze while I was writing. The shop itself is the thing of a writer’s dream: not a soul in sight, cozy but not too cozy, and good coffee. The wall to my right was covered with old New York Times clippings splattered with the tales of an older New York. I wonder how much different New York was when previous writers like Ernest Hemingway and Patti Smith graced their own favorite coffee shops as their own little refuges away from the bustle of city life. I really enjoyed writing there today, and I’m definitely planning on going back.
This cafe above is another place that I happened to stumble upon, and I couldn't have been happier that I did. I can't remember the name of it at this very moment, but It's on Wythe and around Metropolitan in Williamsburg. There is soft, upbeat music playing that isn't too distracting but also isn't too overwhelming that it makes me lose focus on what I'm trying to work on in front of me. I loved this place because I could just cuddle my sweet pup on my lap while I could just stare up into the sunlight pouring out into the room. All of the people there seemed to be furiously typing away on the laptops, and I chuckled to myself because I barely bring my laptop with me anywhere nowadays. It seems that my writing seems to be much more raw and real when it's just a pen and paper, and I think that's because I'm not so easily distracted or tempted by all of the other stuff that's lying on my computer, just waiting for me to open it.
This last place is the Bean in the East Village that's across from the Strand bookstore. I arrived here late one night this week, only a half hour before they were closing at midnight, and I was so surprised to see that there were so many empty tables. Since this Bean is close to the Strand, the current *it* book store, it is always overcrowded with people and I was so excited to cozy up in a corner seat and write away. Even though it was just for a brief time, it was a wonderful experience.
All for now! More soon x