This book angered me from the get-go. There may have been some invaluable information contained within, but I got a bad taste in my mouth within the first chapter, and never really regained any interest. Evidently, Mr. Masello has a real problem with those of us who work in coffeehouses, and he's arrogant enough to insult people he feels are fake writers to their faces (i.e. those working at Starbucks). According to him, we're only doing it for show, and if we were serious about writing, we'd only do it at home in complete quiet.
Well, Mr. Masello, if it wasn't for Starbucks, I would never have FINISHED my first two books. I was living in a tiny house in the middle of the Alberta wilderness, unable to work until I got permanent residency here, and I had to come into town with my husband every day when he went to work so I wouldn't lose my mind. The only thing that kept me sane was my writing.
I couldn't stay at home, because the in-laws were too noisy. I couldn't go to the library because in Canada, the libraries are noisier than Chuck E. Cheese's. I had one place I could go for some relief-- coffeehouses. I wasn't rude enough to ask people to stop having conversations around me like the potential author you encountered in this book (that's what earphones are for). But having worked at a record store years ago, I function better with the white noise around me. I climb the walls in complete quiet. Everyone's circumstances are different. Why judge? If someone is trying to write, applaud them. Don't denigrate them. So you have to step over a cord or two getting your mochaccino.
After I got my permanent residency here and began working, I continued to write for about an hour every day before work. Where? You guessed it-- Starbucks. Or Second Cup. Or wherever happened to be closest to my job. I live a block away from a huge stadium (it was the only place we could find a rental that would take our 100-pound dog). On game nights, where do I go to escape from the impossibly loud crowd noise? Yep. Starbucks.
Most writing books tell you to squeeze in your 1000 words a day however you can. Scribble them in notebooks, take your laptop with you, record them to yourself in digital voice recorders and transcribe them later-- whatever you have to do. Especially if you have a day job. Not sure who appointed Mr. Masello the arbiter of what makes a serious writer versus a hobbyist, but I've worked my a** off on both books so far. While the first one was trunked, I'm revving up to begin sending this one out to various parties. When it sells, you can bet I'm sending thank you notes to the staff at my favorite coffeehouses.