HL,WT (first in a series)
I don't think anyone can explain the appeal, nay, the siren song, of a laptop for a writer.
Not all writers. But an awful lot of them, from J.K. Rowling to -- me.
Why would I want to write in a crowded (or empty) coffee house? Because -- whatever happens there?
IT'S NOT MY PROBLEM.
At home? Surrounded by stuff I should do. (Not that I would abandon my laptop to actually do that stuff -- but just knowing it's there can disrupt my delicate creative psyche, cough-cough.)
Plug in my headphones (even if I'm not listening to anything -- it cuts down on strangers asking me about my computer, about the wifi connection, anything else a stranger might decide to ask if they see somebody sitting there WORKING, for pete's sake). See my comfy chair? It's purple. And velvet!
And we're off to the races. People laughing? Talking? Not my problem. People spilling things? Not my problem. People asking for directions? Not my problem.
Now this is my nearby neighborhood Starbucks. Not all Starbucks are created equal, and yes I know you don't believe this, but they do have a different ambience. Which is why this is the first in a series.
Have Laptop, Will Travel.
I know you can't wait for the next episode.