Coffeeshops. What a hotbed of crazy humanity! There is the insanely overweight man with the state school ballcap. The mixed-fashion college students--one in a plaid golf cap and skinny jeans, the other in a preppy black fleece. There's the semi-cool, fighting middle age, work-from-home guy; the dowdy high school graduate slumped so far down in her chair that her brown shirt, brown hair and dark attitude melt into the brown leather; the crazy loud-on-her-bluetooth businesswoman--spouting catchwords and business slang like she's on Wall Street...
Then there are the writers.
They were sitting next to me today, at one of those high cocktail tables. Each was waxing about his antagonist and romace plot line and hidden twists. One had a heavy southern accent delivered in a nasal voice. The other sported a beard and didn't talk much.
At first it was annoying. I mean, I'm trying to write here! But then it was intriguing and a bit inspiring--not hero dies saving a child inspiring, but small-twitch-of-a-smile-I-know-what-you're-going-through inspiring.
Writers. I guess we stand out in a crowd.