Thursday, March 22, 2012


“You need to get out of the house, and write someplace else,” Wendy suggested recently. “You need to be around people, out in public, even as you’re trying to get some writing done.”

And she’s right, of course.

The last thing I need would be to find myself toiling away in seclusion, a scribe bent over his parchment, clutching a quill with an iron grip, in a forgotten hermitage lost down some little-used trail deep in a forest somewhere.

On Mars.

No, I need to be in the midst of the bustle, the energy, and the unpredictability of the marketplace. It’s better for creativity, inspiration, and it gives me the unique opportunity to have multiple “offices” around town, where I do my writing.

And it’s already paid off: the very first post here was written (quite deliberately) at our local airport.

And it’s true what REALTORS® always say: “Location, location, location.” (And yes, it’s equally true that they do say this, all the time.)

My favorite writing haunt so far has to be the Lake Country Coffeehouse, where this post is taking shape. With all the accoutrements of a serious blogger/writer in place -- a steaming americano, my Macbook, the wedge-shaped “worker’s cap” on my head, and even my “Geek Wear” glasses (with line-less progressive lenses) perched on my nose -- everything about my current situation absolutely screams “CLICHÉD ARTISTIC MIDDLE-AGED TREND-OID!!"

Hey, it is what it is, and I am what I am.
Ah, the young guy at the next table is packing up his gear. He leaves just in the nick of time for me to slide gracefully and nonchalantly into his place, so I can plug in my laptop before the battery goes into hibernation. God is good.
Sitting at a weathered wooden table, in a butcher-shop-renovated-into-coffeeshop in the Okanagan Valley, feels like a different planet compared to the sights, smells, noise, and vibe of living in the Los Delfines fraccionmente in southwest Tijuana. Likewise, saying "I'm a writer in Canada" is worlds apart from "I do the roofing on houses for the poor in Mexico". But I guess I'll get used to it.

green push-pin = our former rental house in Tijuana

Speaking of "location", I had no sooner written the above paragraph when another REALTOR® that I know came in, spotted me, and joined me with his latte.

"I read your old blog back when it was still online," he said, when he saw what I was doing. "And I thought to myself, 'what is this guy doing in real estate?' Clearly, you're a writer."

Okay, okay, enough already. I get it. :)


  1. I am glad to see you back.

    What I am praying for is more conversations between the Elder and the Younger.

    Just sayin'.


  2. Neil, I think we haven't seen the last of those two trouble-makers just yet.

    Just sayin'. ;)