Writing in bars is 'interesting'
Nov. 15th, 2011 02:07 amI'm not a drinker, but I often stop in bars to get some writing done (and while I'm there, I usually get a single beer just so I don't get stared at and tolerate it for over an hour). I find that when the weather's not suitable for writing outside, they serve up that right mix of background noise, flexible hours, and not-being-at-home I need to work. It's often an interesting experience, for given values of 'interesting.' I could probably do an entire post about the pros and cons of writing in bars but for the moment I'm just going to share a single thought I had about it.
One of the tricky parts of writing in bars is when one is about to wrap up for the evening and one is accosted by someone who's drunk and wondering what you're doing/what that gadget is. The person in question is usually not an asshole about it and about as polite as they can be given their state of inebriation. But if you were about to leave, you have to be careful not to give them the impression that you're leaving because of them or else you're left with an upset, apologetic drunk who didn't want to bother you, man.
The best way I've found to deal with this is to just write a few more minutes until they've been sufficiently distracted by someone/something else that you can quietly slip out.
(I'm sure your lives are all so enriched for having heard me go on about this.)
One of the tricky parts of writing in bars is when one is about to wrap up for the evening and one is accosted by someone who's drunk and wondering what you're doing/what that gadget is. The person in question is usually not an asshole about it and about as polite as they can be given their state of inebriation. But if you were about to leave, you have to be careful not to give them the impression that you're leaving because of them or else you're left with an upset, apologetic drunk who didn't want to bother you, man.
The best way I've found to deal with this is to just write a few more minutes until they've been sufficiently distracted by someone/something else that you can quietly slip out.
(I'm sure your lives are all so enriched for having heard me go on about this.)