My husband and I are frequent (OK, make that almost daily) visitors to N.E. Minneapolis’ #Spyhouse. It’s at the edge of Minneapolis’ Arts District; they serve the best darned coffee anywhere to my way of thinking. I’m always impressed at the numbers of folks who are busy at laptops, apparently writing. #Nina’s in St. Paul is another location that so many folks have found to be conducive to writing, so much so that they feature a sign: “If you’ve written all or part of your book here, sign here.” Maybe it’s due to #subTextbooks downstairs, a favorite privately owned bookstore. #JJ’s Coffee and Wine Bistro shares space with Minnesota Center for Book Arts and The Loft Literary Center, a nationally renowned resource for writers. The collection of handmade books alone in MCBA’s shop is enough to inspire even the most blocked writer. I love sitting in these places. I think about writing. I brainstorm ideas. Sometimes I even jot them down! But write? Nope; I need the non-interruptive solitude of my desk at home. So, the question remains: Why am I blogging when I should be working on my book? Alas, the eternal question of the Professional Procrastinator.