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Guest Blogger David Templeton\u2019s tips for successful writing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I gave a talk as part of the monthly Writers Forum<\/a> series sponsored by The Write Spot and Copperfield\u2019s Books in Petaluma, California. Specifically, I was asked to talk about the craft of writing plays, and to share any tips and suggestions I may have picked up along the way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I have learned a few things over the years, which I happily shared Thursday night with the assembled crowd. But later that night, as I was chatting with some friends, it dawned on me that I\u2019d completely failed to mention one tip that I meant to share.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I\u2019d even written it in my notes, and then somehow skipped over it during the actual talk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s one of the most important things I\u2019ve ever learned as a writer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It is this: Bartenders make the best allies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It doesn\u2019t have to be bartenders, of course. It could also be a barista, a restaurant wait staffer, or an ice rink snack-bar counter worker.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The important part is \u2014 and this is something I learned as an 18-year-old wannabe writer in southern California \u2014 a restaurant counter, or a bar, or any spot where stools belly up to a slab of wood behind which servers are working, is a great place to get some writing done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And the best way to be made to feel welcome when you pull out a notebook or a laptop or a script festooned with multicolored post-it notes is to make the people who work there your ally.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There are many good ways to do this.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The most effective, of course, (and the quickest), is to earn a reputation as a decent tipper.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a teenager frequenting coffeeshops in Downey, where I grew up, I soon learned to calculate tips, not on a percentage of my overall bill, but on how many 30-45 minute periods I was occupying that stool. It was one generously conversational woman who worked at a coffeeshop called Jon\u2019s, a short walk from my house, who pointed this out. She explained that for someone like her, someone who counted on tips to pay the rent, a frequent and regular turnaround of customers was vital. If my butt on the seat extended past 30 or 45 minutes, then I was taking up space another tipping customer could be occupying.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo if you\u2019re planning on tipping me two dollars for that first 45 minutes, it\u2019s only fair that you add another dollar or two with every extra 45 minutes to sit there writing in your notebook,\u201d she smiled. \u201cFair is fair, right honey?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was one of those coffee shops where the wait staff called people Honey.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd here\u2019s another tip, Honey,\u201d she added. \u201cYou can always just come in when it\u2019s slow. When the place is empty, you stay as long as you want. Keeps me from getting bored. And if you turn out to be interesting to talk to, well that\u2019s just gravy.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And so began my lifelong appreciation of coffeeshop workers and, eventually, bartenders.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I know, I know. I could always work at home. And I do.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But home is so full of distractions. When you are working on a writing project at the bar of a restaurant, it is not acceptable to pop up, wander around, flop on the couch, surf the television or go into the kitchen to root through the refrigerator. When you are working at a bar, you tend to stay in place and keep working.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of my favorite writing spots in Petaluma is the far corner of the bar at Seared restaurant downtown. I call it \u201cthe magic corner,\u201d right up against the old brick wall. I\u2019m not the only one who likes that corner \u2013 it\u2019s often occupied when I arrive \u2014 but when I do manage to score a seat there, I like to think it means my writing is going to go especially well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One of the bartenders at Seared, Chris, always makes sure to ask how various projects are going, of late showing interest in my most recent play \u201cGalatea.\u201d Chunks of it were written in the magic corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Among the many great things about bartenders is that, once they know you are working on something like a play, they really can become your ally. They can skillfully dissuade other patrons from distracting you with questions about what you are doing. They can serve as ready sounding boards when you need some instant feedback on something you\u2019ve just written.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

There used to be a classy upstairs bar in Santa Rosa where, for some reason, very few people congregated between its 4 p.m. opening and around 8 p.m., when it began to fill up. Once or twice a week, that was my time. The place was quiet, the staff was genuinely supportive of having a resident playwright at the end of the bar, and I got quite a bit of writing done there. Upon completion of one particular project, understanding that part of the process of developing a play is hearing it read out-loud for the first time, the management of the place offered to host a private first reading. About 30 invited folks showed up one late afternoon to hear a team of actors read the thing, sitting on stools on the venue\u2019s tiny stage. The attendees all bought drinks, of course, so it was mutually beneficial, and a great way to kick off a project.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Several years ago, at the time I was working on a novella-length fiction piece called \u201cMary Shelley\u2019s Body\u201d \u2014 a scary story about the ghost of the author of \u201cFrankenstein\u201d\u2014 my favorite writing spot was Grafitti, in the Petaluma Theater District, where Ayawaska is now. In its Graffiti days, the staff there was all-in on my various writing projects, eagerly discussing whatever scene I might be working on, cheering me on as I grow closer and closer to the final page. As it so happened, since that story was set in a graveyard, I occasionally had need of names for my tombstones. As a kind of \u201cEaster egg,\u201d I began embedding the names of the staff into the story as names on various graves and tombs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

One particular bartender (and articulately knowledgeable movie fan) named Josiah Nickerson Knowles IV (yes, that\u2019s his real name) gladly lent me the family moniker for the book. It ended up in a passage where Mary Shelley\u2019s wandering spirit says, \u201cAnd who is this over here, beneath this crumbling tomb with the ancient stone angel, its head long removed? Josiah Nickerson Knowles IV. \u2018A gentleman in the face of all adversity.\u2019 Well, Mr. Knowles. I hope that wherever you are, your gentlemanly head is better attached than the one that once rested on your little angelic guardian here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When I happened to mention this little fact to another patron one afternoon, the guy delightedly called across the room, \u201cHey, Josiah! I hear your name is on a tombstone!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s actually on a few tombstones,\u201d he called back. \u201cI am Josiah Nickerson Knowles the Fourth, right?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually, \u201cMary Shelley\u2019s Body\u201d was published as part of the anthology \u201cEternal Frankenstein,\u201d by Petaluma\u2019s Word Horde Books. Josiah and many of the other Graffiti staff made sure to get copies, whimsically appreciative of the odd circumstance that placed their names in the story in such delightfully gothic fashion.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A few months ago, while completing the aforementioned \u201cGalatea\u201d \u2014 about robots on a space station \u2014 I found myself working in a number of local spots as I approached my deadline. A scene in which my main robot character learns a shocking truth from her therapist (yes, in my play, robots have therapists) was written at River Front Caf\u00e9. The fictional \u201cmission statement\u201d of a secret organization of robot designers was crafted while sitting at the large community table at Acre Coffee on Petaluma Boulevard. And the climactic final scene, in which all storylines, robotic and otherwise, come together, was finished while sitting right there in Seared\u2019s magic corner.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIs that it? Is it done?\u201d Chris asked as I took a breath, typed in the words \u201cEnd of Play,\u201d and somewhat ceremoniously closed my laptop. \u201cIt\u2019s done,\u201d I nodded, accepting Chris\u2019s celebratory high five gesture, and returning my computer to its bag.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s a little corny, but kind of nice \u2014 and this is another thing I forgot to mention during my talk last week \u2014 to live in a town where such personal writerly milestones take place regularly. I can go about my business, and suddenly recognize that, over there, I started such-and-such a project. At that table over by that window, I got a bit emotional writing a particular death scene and the waiter brought tissues gently saying, \u201cWas it someone real or someone fictional?\u201d (True story!) In that corner right there I finished my robot play and got high fives from the bartender.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bartenders really do make the best allies. And when you finish a play, they can even serve you a drink to help you celebrate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Playwriting, coffee shops, bartenders as allies” was originally published the February 17, 2020 issue of Argus Courier.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

David Templeton is a Bay Area playwright and award-winning arts journalist best known locally for his work with the Petaluma Argus-Courier and the North Bay Bohemian.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As a playwright, he\u2019s won awards for his writing of Wretch Like Me, which had runs at the San Francisco Fringe Festival and the Edinburgh Fringe Festival in Scotland.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In addition to Polar Bears, his other plays include Pinky, Drumming with Anubis, and Mary Shelley\u2019s Body, adapted from his novella of the same name, published in the 2016 anthology Eternal Frankenstein.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

David\u2019s next play,\u00a0\u201cGalatea,\u201d which was to have had its world premiere at Spreckels Performing Arts Center in March, will now be staged at Spreckels as part of its 2020\/2021 season. He is currently at work on a collection of twisted Christmas stories, hopefully to be published in November of 2020.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Playwriting, coffee shops, bartenders as allies”<\/a>\u00a0was originally published February 27, 2020 in the Argus Courier.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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