She settles onto the sofa and starts her laptop, preparing to write. She has her notepad where she's written ideas that day and she begins to type, absorbed completely in the afternoon silence. A space where she is alone to think about what she's doing, take a sip of tea and a bite of food from time to time.
She sits in the cafe, it's a busy lunchtime so she has to share her table with someone else and squeezed in she types, trying to ignore the chatter around her. Unable to focus she people watches instead, and heads home at the end of the day, with no progress.
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