Cafés are my best places for writing. When I travel the world, I always find a small café to sit down with my moleskin travel diary, with my stationary, with postcards, with scraps of paper for notes. I remember once sitting in a small café in Venezia, it was during carnival. Still early in the morning I was alone in the café for a long time, enjoying the sight out the window, the humming of the waiter, the delivery man coming with a huge box with freshly bakes pastries. From time to time I wrote in my diary, or read a few pages from Miss Garnet's Angel. Then the door opened and three persons came in, a young woman, two young men. Dressed up for the carnival. All of a sudden the setting of a novel formed in my head. I wrote down some notes in my diary and kept the story in my head for the rest of my days in La Serenissima. The notes are still there. Who knows, may be it can come to something more one day.
Ever since I started Trondheim Through all Seasons last summer, early Saturday mornings have been my time to wander alone in the city with my camera, and somewhere along the walk finding a café for a caffe latte or a cappuccino. Sitting down I bring out my bright red moleskin, the one which is used for my (hopefully) upcoming book.
There are alot of nice cafés and coffee bars in Trondheim, and I have tried most of them. Somehow though I have never found the one perfect for my purpose. I can't really tell what I have been looking for, several coffee houses have come close, but not quite The Thing!
Yesterday I enjoyed a very nice walk along the river and the area of Bakklandet with all its charming old wooden buildings, and as so often before, I anded up at Solsiden (The Sunny Side :-), a shopping and restaurant area built where there used to be built ships in former times) Bare Blåbær (Only Blueberries or Piece of Cake as Englishmen would say) is a charming café where we have been several times during summer, sitting outdoors. The café has two areas, on each side of the builting, and today I decied to try the area where I have never been before.
And there it was. My perfect The Thing. Still quiet in the morning, worn to suit me perfect, well at least made to look worn. And the warm colours embraced me.....this could be my writing place.
I sat down with a huge caffee latte, welcoming the words that came.
Writing is not easy. Right now I find it harder than ever, I even find it almost impossible to believe that there will be a next book.......I still like the prosess, the searching for words, the forming of stories. I've found my coffee house, and next Saturday I'll be there again.
Where do you find your creative spot?
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