Son 2's Easter holiday has just begun, so for the next two weeks (and one day) the house will be noisy, messy and generally chaotic. Although my desk is upstairs and Son 2 prefers to be downstairs, I still find it difficult to concentrate on any work.
So this holiday I'm taking advantage of the fact that Hubby is home and I'm going to take my writing out. Sadly there is no nice coffee shop in walking distance of our house, but the small local library is less than ten minutes on foot. Just a short bus journey or one stop on the tube, in either direction, can be found coffee and shopping, so I'm spoilt for choice.
Today I had a browse around five charity shops, picking up some kids and young adult fiction in an attempt to further broaden my reading (it's a while since I had to read children's books out loud). Then I retreated to Starbucks where I read and drafted some ideas and themes for future short stories over two mugs of coffee, only returning home when I felt caffeined out.
I'm hoping to repeat this later in the week, but tomorrow I might try working in the library...