I finally tried the 24-hour library desk over the coffee shop

In Austin, everyone I knew swore by the overpriced cafe corner with the dangling lights. I went there for six months of writing sessions, dropped about $180 on black coffee. Last Tuesday, the loud blender crew pushed me out, so I walked into the public library downtown. The basement desk has zero music, no one staring at my screen, and a vending machine that sells 50 cent pretzels. My word count tripled that afternoon, so why did it take me this long to realize quiet beats ambiance? Anyone else stuck on a spot just because it felt like the writer thing to do?

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