My home team (Thomas, Daniel, Ross) did not strangle me during the writing of this book. My mother probably wanted to, but: sunk costs.
I wrote the entirety of this book on a twelve-inch MacBook, which is light enough that I could carry it off to the local Timothy’s, get coffee and work. When I walk in the door, the people are already pouring coffee before I get to the counter; I’ve been pretty consistent. This wasn’t actually my idea, but the MacBook was a gift, and in the way of significant gifts, I felt I had to use it fully to the best of my abilities to even begin to justify it >.<.
So: special thanks to Terry, because he was right. Working in a noisy, crowded coffee shop is actually much easier than working at home, largely because the noise is not actually my problem. Crying children? Not my responsibility to comfort, because their mothers are right there. Phones ringing? It’s not my phone, and answering a stranger’s phone is not considered remotely good manners. Arguments? I don’t have to referee them. Is the toilet stuck? Not my problem.
The only responsibility I have while there is writing.