Often before I even get inside, Kenny, Randi or Alex sees me coming from across the street, pours me a cup of coffee, and places it with the crossword puzzle at my regular seat. A small act that, more than anything, makes this writer feel a lot less lonely.<\/p>\n
I always exchange hellos with Thanasi\u2014the gracious owner\u2014and sometimes I visit with other regulars\u2014people whom I know only by first name, and with whom I interact only at the diner. Regulars like Bill, who, at close to 80 years old, walks five miles with his wife every day. Or Wayne, a fascinating, semi-retired man who flies planes and trains horses. Or Helen, an erudite Greek woman with a thousand stories to tell.<\/p>\n I like to read in the diner, but mostly\u00a0I drink a lot of coffee there, and I write. (Popular definition of a writer: “a device that converts caffeine into words.”)<\/p>\n Over the years I’ve written and edited thousands of words in the Millbrook Diner. Stories. Journal entries. Executive speeches. Video scripts. Plays. And the Dakota novels (see ads to right). Most recently was a 10-minute play for an upcoming play festival<\/a>.<\/p>\n Whatever I’ve been writing, I’ve found the mild noise of the diner to be creatively stimulating<\/a>. Also,\u00a0the familiarity of the people and the surroundings gives me a sense of community, of connection, that I need so I don’t feel so isolated.<\/p>\n Who would have thought that a diner could do all that?<\/p>\n The Millbrook Diner is my second office, and I thank Thanasi, his wife, and his staff for always making me feel so welcome.<\/p>\n \u2014Chris<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Writing full-time is a lonely enterprise. Especially in the winter, and especially if you live in the boondocks,\u00a0have only one car, and the closest semblance of civilization is a mile away. I used to be content working alone from home all day long, but in the past year the silence has become oppressive. My only … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18,19,20,36,7,24,13,14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3803","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-dramaticwriting","category-fiction","category-journalism","category-mystery-writing","category-personal","category-speechwriting","category-writers","category-writingexperiences"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3803","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3803"}],"version-history":[{"count":65,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3803\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3866,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3803\/revisions\/3866"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3803"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3803"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3803"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}![\"The](\"https:\/\/orcutt.net\/weblog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/04\/3860933890_988ef2ba87.jpg\")
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