Culture Junkie: On playwriting, coffee shops and bartenders as allies
Last week, I was invited to give a talk as part of the monthly Writers’ Forum series sponsored by The Write Spot and Copperfield’s Books in Petaluma. 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.
I have learned a few things over the years, which I happily shared last Thursday night with the assembled crowd. But later that night, as I was chatting with some friends, it dawned on me that I’d completely failed to mention one tip that I meant to share.
I’d even written it in my notes, and then somehow skipped over it during the actual talk.
It’s one of the most important things I’ve ever learned as a writer.
It is this: Bartenders make the best allies.
It doesn’t have to be bartenders, of course. It could also be barista, a restaurant wait staffer or an ice rink snack-bar counter worker.
The important part is - and this is something I learned as an 18-year-old wannabe writer in southern California – 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.
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.
There are many good ways to do this.
The most effective, of course, (and the quickest), is to earn a reputation as a decent tipper.
As a teenager frequenting coffeeshops in Downey, where I grew up, I soon learned to calculate my 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’s, 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.
“So if you’re planning on tipping me two dollars for that first 45 minutes, it’s only fair that you add another dollar or two with every extra 45 minutes to sit there writing in your notebook,” she smiled. “Fair is fair, right honey?”
This was one of those coffee shops where the wait staff called people Honey.
“And here’s another tip, Honey,” she added. “You can always just come in when it’s 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’s just gravy.”
And so began my lifelong appreciation of coffeeshop workers and, eventually, bartenders.
I know, I know. I could always work at home. And I do.
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.
One of my current favorite writing spots in Petaluma is the far corner of the bar at Seared restaurant downtown. I call it “the magic corner,” right up against the old brick wall. I’m not the only one who likes that corner – it’s often occupied when I arrive - but when I do manage to score a seat there, I like to think it means my writing is going to go especially well.
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 “Galatea.” Chunks of it were written in the magic corner, and I’m happy to say the play is now in rehearsals, getting ready to open a three-week run at Spreckels Performing Arts Center in Rohnert Park on March 20.
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’ve just written.
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 work 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’s tiny stage. The attendees all bought drinks, of course, so it was mutually beneficial, and a great way to kick off a project.
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