Cafe No Way

I did something the other day I have never done: I wrote in a coffee shop. Or, rather, I tried to write. And after trying, I've determined one thing: those sitting in Starbucks, tapping away happily on their laptop at one of those little round tables, are likely writing fiction.

Don't tell me you're not, because I know you are.  And I know because you don't have your table cluttered with all the assorted crap that we non-fiction writers carry around with us.  Frankly, I'm jealous— because it...