Today, as an after-Christmas treat, I have fled Chewelah in favor of the anonymity offered by the local metropolis. Protected by this anonymity, I can write undisturbed for several hours without being distracted either by familiar faces or by the variety of household chores which I ought to be doing.
The setting is important: the Chocolate Apothecary, a coffee shop specializing in gourmet chocolate, where you can find such gems as dark chocolate tiles with sea salt and ginger, or chocolate-covered passion-fruit caramels. It was here that I discovered the surprisingly delicious paring of dark chocolate with wasabi. More importantly, it is quiet, with a good variety of background music, a high table in the corner, and cappuccinos offered in real cups to go with the chocolate of your choice. It is the perfect place to forget about real life and focus on whatever other life you are currently inventing.
I have one hour left on my parking meter. So back to the novel I go.