Basically I was alone, with a smidgen of young guys added in a safe distance: bus drivers, building contractors, firemen, casually passing by while shopping or paying for gas.
The array of their business uniforms performed an excellent working atmosphere for a 38-year-old writer that lacked the concentration to write at home.
Funny what you can find stimulating, when you decide to do things differently once in a while.
BTW: I wrote these lines on old-fashioned paper – no need to own any expensive appliances in times of recession.
Take care,
Helena Smole