Calling “Sunshine Reader”!

If your nickname is Sunshine Reader and you sent me an email recently, could you please contact me again with the correct return address? Or include your mom or dad’s email address (those usually go through)? I tried to respond to you but my email to you bounced back. . . . 

It’s always a sad day when I’m unable to respond to someone’s nice note. (And yes, I have a backlog of snail mail and email I’m working my way through — be patient with me!)

Searching for Pumpkin Falls

In Which a Writer Goes Looking for Her Own Fictional Town

A few weeks ago, after spending the past six months cooped up in our apartment near Boston, my husband and I decided that we needed a little more horizon in our lives, a little more fresh air than what we manage to get walking our dog, and a little more change of scene beyond an occasional trip to the grocery store! Travel of any sort was (and still is) limited, though, and we couldn’t venture far from home without having to quarantine either on arrival or on our return. Plus, airplanes, trains, buses, etc., didn’t seem like the best idea right now. 

While mulling over the few remaining options open to us, I got a crazy idea.

What if we took an old-fashioned road trip through New Hampshire, searching for Pumpkin Falls?

Those of you who have read Absolutely Truly, Yours Truly, and now Really Truly, the most recent installment in my Pumpkin Falls mysteries, are well acquainted with this fictional town.


Pumpkin Falls mysteries

Pumpkin Falls boasts a covered bridge, a village green, an historic church whose steeple is graced by a bell crafted by Paul Revere, a quaint library, and a teeny downtown complete with an old-time general store. It’s a figment of my imagination and sprang from a childhood spent happily living in small towns in New Hampshire and Massachusetts. 

But what if it wasn’t a figment of my imagination? What if it really existed out there? Suddenly, I had to find out for sure.

Fortunately, after spending nearly 40 years under the same roof with a writer (moi!), my husband understands about these occasional obsessions that seemingly spring out of nowhere. And he definitely understands research. I told him that this jaunt legitimately qualified as research because — drumroll, please — I’m writing another Truly book! (I’m not ready to share much about it yet, as it’s still in the noodling around stage, but it’s going to be fun. Really truly fun!) I could just use a little more background material, I explained. A little more local color. 

Plus, what if there really WAS a Pumpkin Falls out there?

And so on a bright sunny morning in September, we set off to find out. 

Our first destination was Pack Monadnock, a modest peak in the southern part of the state, to stretch our legs on a hike, take in the spectacular views (on a clear day you can see all the way to Boston, which we did!), and generally shake the city dust off our feet. Boy, did it feel great to be REALLY outside again!

That’s me on Pack Monadnock. In the distance you can see Mount Monadnock, the most-climbed mountain in all of New England, thanks to its proximity to Boston. (It’s also said to be the third most-climbed peak in the world, next to Mount Fuji in Japan and Mount Tai in China.) I first climbed Mount Monadnock with my dad when I was seven. I still remember that hike fondly! My husband and I plan to tackle it soon, once the leaf-peeping crowds have subsided.

From there, we simply took whichever back road on the map looked appealing — aiming for as many small towns as we could find. Our first stop was in nearby Jaffrey, where we stumbled across an incredible village green with an incredible town hall dating to 1775!

Isn’t it gorgeous? The steeple is almost exactly like the one I’d pictured for Truly’s church in Pumpkin Falls, where she has quite an adventure. . . .

Could this be it? I wondered. Had we found Pumpkin Falls so easily?

There was more, too, including this cool structure:

Those are stalls behind the meeting house, where people would have parked their horse-drawn carriages and wagons during church services and town meetings. You can’t quite see it in this picture, unless you’re able to zoom way in, but over each stall is a plaque with a family name on it: Worster, Spaulding, Gillmore, Spofford, Underwood, Brigham, Maynard, Peirce, and Stevens. And people wonder where writers get their ideas for names! They’re everywhere, and they’re ours for the taking — you’ll have to wait and see if any of these  make it into the new book . . .

I’m definitely going to find a way to squeeze this in: 

It’s too irresistible. Such a cute little one-room schoolhouse! And check out the date:

Back then, each town would have been divided into districts and each district would have had its own “district school” — what we call elementary school today. Children generally started at four years old, and the oldest students could be in their late teens or even early twenties! School sessions lasted about ten to twelve weeks and were only held a couple of times a year. In the summertime, the students were mostly girls, as the boys were needed to work on their family farms. The teachers in the summertime were women, too, for the same reason. The winter sessions were largely taught by men, and while some girls attended then, the classes generally included more male students. And they really crammed them into these little buildings — there might have been as many as 50-60 students lined up on the benches inside!

How do I know all this? Research! I was working on a project for my day job at Longyear Museum and now I am a fountain of knowledge on 19th-century schooling in New England. I’m guessing some of it will spill over into the new book. We’ll see.

(If you want to know more about what a district school would have been like back in the 1800s, click here to see the one at Old Sturbridge Village — one of my favorite living history museums here in New England.)

In the end, Jaffrey had some of the elements I was looking for in my search for Pumpkin Falls, but not all. We would have to keep looking. But it was a delightful day and it ended with another delightful discovery — there’s a Kimball Farm in Jaffrey!

My Mother-Daughter Book Club fans will recognize this as the club’s favorite ice cream spot in Concord, Massachusetts (mine, too). Well guess what? They have one in New Hampshire! Of course we had to stop.

The rest of our week continued in this serendipitous fashion. We went on amazing hikes . . .

. . . stopped for picnics, picked apples, and checked out the Harrisville General Store . . .

What a great little town! In fact, Harrisville has a lot of Pumpkin Falls in it, including a delightful library:

I loved this library in Jackson, New Hampshire, as well:

But I think this one in the little town of Washington is the closest to what I picture the library in Pumpkin Falls looking like:

Heading north to the White Mountains, we made a brief pilgrimage to a beloved spot in the Mother-Daughter Book Club series (closed this time of year, but open in the winter for skating and sleigh rides!):

And we drove to the top of Mount Washington, the highest peak in New England, which was absolutely hair-raising, but worth it for the view:

We were actually above the clouds!

We spotted several bandstands on village greens that would have looked right at home in Pumpkin Falls:

And covered bridges seemed to be around every corner, too:

This one along the Kankamagus Highway, arguably New England’s most beautiful drive, was stunning inside:

The structure is astounding, isn’t it? And very Pumpkin Falls. Below it flows the Swift River . . .

. . . where my husband and I flung ourselves in fully clothed after a very hot and sweaty hike (the directions said “moderate” — I’m sorry, but how is 1.5 miles STRAIGHT UP “moderate”? Again, though, worth it for the view.)

I’d forgotten how many steeples there are in New Hampshire! They seemed to be around every turn in the road. My husband was a good sport about pulling over so I could hop out and take pictures. Here are a few of my favorites:

Aren’t they amazing?

We ate outside everywhere we went, including here:

If you ever find yourself in Lincoln, New Hampshire, don’t miss breakfast at Flapjack’s! Absolutely truly hands down the best blueberry pancakes I’ve ever had in my life. Served with real maple syrup, of course. And speaking of maple syrup . . . 

. . . I finally had a Maple Creamee! I’d begun to feel that this was the unicorn of ice cream cones — I’d heard of them for years, but never actually seen one. They’re mostly a Vermont thing, but a few places in New Hampshire serve them, too, including this food truck we happened upon along a stretch of road near Plymouth, New Hampshire. I shrieked when I saw the sign and about scared the socks off my husband.

Friends, they’re worth the hype. Made of real soft-serve ice cream (not the corn-syrup-and-chemical-laden slop often peddled at big chains) this treat is whipped up from local dairy products and real maple syrup. The result? Bliss.

I may have to drive back up there soon just to have another one.

So, was my search successful? Did I find Pumpkin Falls?

Yes and no.

There were elements of my fictional town everywhere I looked in New Hampshire, but so far I haven’t found a town that has all of them. I guess I’ll just have to keep looking!



A new bridge to my world

Nissitissit Bridge in Brookline, New Hampshire

Covered bridges are magical, aren’t they? A throwback to a time when horse and wagons clip-clopped over their wooden floorboards and the voices of people long gone echoed in their rafters, they’re a bit of an endangered species. Here in New England, you can still find them tucked away on country roads, though, and this past weekend my husband and I did just that on a quick day trip.

After a refreshing hike through a quiet forest, we spotted this covered bridge on the way to our picnic destination. Of course we had to pull over! (I need a bumper sticker that says, “I brake for covered bridges!”) Truly Lovejoy would love this, I thought, as I got out of the car to explore. The heroine of my Pumpkin Falls mysteries lives in a fictional town in New Hampshire that boasts a covered bridge a bit like this one.

We walked through it, of course — you can’t visit a covered bridge and NOT walk through it! And I got to thinking about bridges in general, and how they carry us from one spot to another. And that got me thinking about this website, which in a sense is a bridge from your world into mine. 

You may notice that my “bridge” looks a little different these days! This website has had a refresh, thanks to my talented friends at Winding Oak. We’ll also be refreshing my official Facebook page while we’re at it. What has been the “Mother-Daughter Book Club” page will soon be “Heather Vogel Frederick’s Books.” Stay tuned!

Q&A with yours truly

Heather Vogel Frederick

Couldn’t resist, sorry!

Heather Vogel Frederick

I know that Yours Truly is the title of one of my books, but I really truly do also have a Q&A with moi to share with you. (Oops, there I go again …)

Click here to read it.

And that’s not all! Click here if you’d like to read the “Page 69 Test” for Really Truly. It’s absolutely truly fun!

(What?! Did I just do that again? I did.)

Some things never get old




My author copies arrived this week — always a banner day! This means I finally get to share my new “baby” with family and close friends. And place a copy where I can look at it often, like any proud mama.

For authors, books really are our babies. We pour our hearts and souls into them, and then send them out into the world to make their own way and find their own readers. I hope some of my books, including this one, find you and make their way into your heart!



3-2-1 Truly! Part Two: Beginnings


The countdown to Really Truly, my third Pumpkin Falls mystery, continues today with a peek at how the series came about. It’s a bit of a tale, so buckle up. . . .

Absolutely Truly, the first book in the series, sprang to life because of a happy convergence of several factors:

  1. A long-cherished desire to write about a big family.

Many moons ago, when I was growing up, my family rented a cottage on a lake in Maine for our summer vacation.

Me, about nine years old

It had two things I’ve coveted ever since: A row of rocking chairs on a huge porch overlooking the water, and an entire wall of built-in bookshelves. Heaven! I couldn’t decide which was better — swimming in the lake or lolling on the porch with a book in one of those rocking chairs.

It was there on those shelves that I discovered Cheaper By the Dozen, a memoir about the sprawling Gilbreth family.

At my tender age, the cringe-worthy racist stereotypes in an unfortunate chapter about the family’s Chinese cook flew over my head – I was just entranced by the idea of a family with TWELVE CHILDREN. In my family, there were just three of us kids, me and my sisters. I couldn’t fathom TWELVE CHILDREN. Amazing!


  1. My love for small New England towns, like the ones I grew up in around New Hampshire and Massachusetts


Jane Austen once told her aspiring novelist niece, “Three or four families in a country village is the very thing to work on.” I couldn’t agree more! I followed her advice for the Mother-Daughter Book Club series, and I followed it again as I was dreaming up Pumpkin Falls.

  1. My love of covered bridges.

Because who doesn’t love a covered bridge? They’re amazing!

  1. My growing curiosity about a bookshop that my grandfather owned in Providence, Rhode Island, back in the late 1920s and early 1930s.

The Ultima Bookshop wasn’t terribly successful, alas. For one thing, Grampie’s timing was terrible. Nobody was buying books during the Depression! For another, for some unfathomable reason, he threw caution to the wind—along with his business plan, apparently—and decided to create a sort of bookstore hybrid.

Can you see that sign on the door in backwards writing? My grandfather turned the back room of his shop into a lending library, which pretty much sums up the business acumen in the Vogel family. Grampie advertised this proudly…

You have to admire his confidence. “Unusual Lending Library!”  Yes, and an unusually BAD business idea! Who would buy a book if they could borrow one?

Well, how about James Joyce?

I made an exciting discovery shortly before starting work on Absolutely Truly. SHAKESPEARE AND COMPANY was a famous bookstore opened by Sylvia Beach in Paris’s Left Bank in 1919. During the 1920s it was a gathering spot for writers such as Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein, and James Joyce (who used the bookstore as his office, and in fact Sylvia Beach was the publisher for his novel “Ulysses”). As it turns out, my grandfather was kicking around Europe in the 1920s, studying bookbinding in Vienna and chaperoning his sister, who was also a student there.

Quite the fashionista, isn’t he? I love those socks. . . .

A store like Shakespeare & Company would have drawn Grampie like a moth to a flame.  And guess what?  Shakespeare and Company also had . . . wait for it . . . a lending library! Patrons could buy OR BORROW BOOKS!

Did Grampie pattern the Ultima Bookshop after Shakespeare & Company?  That will forever remain a mystery, as he is no longer around for me to ask, but personally, I think the evidence is pretty compelling.

Whether it was the lending library or the general economic climate, Grampie’s shop sputtered along for a few years, then closed its doors, but he kept his love of books and reading for his entire life, and he shared that enthusiasm with me and my sisters. So, I thought it would be fun to feature a small-town bookshop in my novel, as a tip of my hat to him.

Here’s the actual present-day store that helped spark Lovejoy’s Books in the Pumpkin Falls mysteries.  Eagle Harbor Book Co. on Bainbridge Island, Washington, is one of my favorite bookstores. (In fairness, I am the Will Rogers of bookstores and libraries – I’ve never met one I didn’t like.) My friend Victoria Irwin works there, and she graciously allowed me to go undercover for a few days as a bookseller, for research purposes.

Left to right: Me, Sarah, and Victoria

This is why being a writer is the best job ever. The things we get to do for research! You can read more about that adventure here.

So we’ve got a small town, a covered bridge, a bookstore. We’re not finished yet, though.

4. “To my grandfathers”

Those who read Absolutely Truly may have noted that the dedication reads “to my grandfathers.” You’ve already heard about one grandfather, but there’s another ancestor who inspired an important piece of TRULY. Two, in fact!

On the far left is my paternal great-great-grandfather. Next to him is my maternal grandfather. Both were amputees. My great-great-grandfather lost an arm in a threshing accident back in the 1860s; my grandfather lost a leg while working for the Canadian Railroad in the 1930s. Both of them were burdened with heavy, uncomfortable wooden prostheses. I was just beginning the first book around the time of the Boston Marathon bombing in 2013, and I was tremendously moved by the many stories of war veterans who helped those who lost limbs transition to their new normal. That got me thinking about these two men in my family, whose lives might have been entirely different if they’d had sympathetic mentors and access to modern prosthetics. And this was the seed that sprouted into Truly’s father, Lieutenant Colonel Jericho T. Lovejoy, who has to navigate the sudden shift in his world, just as Truly has to navigate hers.

And finally, there were other personal connections that made it into the book…

My long-standing love of Shakespeare, for one, and for E. B. White’s Charlotte’s Web (which I consider one of two perfect novels in the world, alongside Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice). And there was also an owl who flew into my back yard in Oregon on my birthday, just as I was struggling to find my way into my main character. You can read more about that here.

I think it’s true for every writer that pieces of our lives, pieces of our hearts, and pieces of the things we’re passionate about find their way into our books.

By the way, I would be remiss if I didn’t give a shout out to the amazingly talented Charles Santoso, whose artwork graces the covers of these books. They’re swoon-worthy, don’t you think? I just want to dive straight into the cover of Really Truly and live there for a while!

If you look closely at Really Truly, you’ll notice a tail in the water, up to the right of the canoe. How a mermaid swished her way into Pumpkin Falls is a tail for another day! Stay tuned . . . .








3-2-1 Truly!

Or should I say, 3-2-1 REALLY TRULY?

My next Pumpkin Falls mystery is due to hit bookstores in three days, and I think some festivities are in order! How about we start with a conversation between me and my main character, Truly Lovejoy, to kick things off? The two of us talked on Zoom – I’m practically a Zoom expert now, how about you? – from her home in New Hampshire and mine near Boston. We talked about what we’ve both been doing during the shutdown, and about the latest mystery that she and the Pumpkin Falls Private Eyes have on their hands in the new book, and more. Read on!

Heather and Truly on Zoom

HVF: So Truly, how are things in Pumpkin Falls?

TRULY: Boring. Boring boring boring.

HVF: Because it’s a small town?

TRULY: No, because it’s BORING! I’m stuck at home, and online school was the worst, if you ask me, which nobody ever does. My brothers and sisters are driving me crazy, I can’t have friends over or go anywhere, and swim team got cancelled because the pool is closed. The beach at Lake Lovejoy just re-opened, thank goodness, so at least I’ll be able to swim there, as long as I practice social distancing and stay six feet away from everybody else.

HVF: How are the Pumpkin Falls Private Eyes?

TRULY: (sigh) I wish people wouldn’t call me and my friends that.

HVF: You were the one who made the name up.

TRULY: (shoots me a look)

HVF: Working on solving any new mysteries?

TRULY: Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Not since that whole mermaid and pirate thing. . . .

HVF: Mermaid and pirate thing?

TRULY: (another look) Seriously? You wrote it, remember?

HVF: Well. Yes. I guess I was hoping you might talk a little bit about it.

TRULY: My lips are sealed. Anyone who wants to know about mermaids and pirates in Pumpkin Falls will have to read the new book.

HVF: OK, fine, let’s change the subject. How are things at Lovejoy’s Books?

TRULY: I’ve been helping Aunt True fill orders for curbside delivery, mostly. We’re hoping to reopen soon. Oh, and after Ella Bellow put face masks on the sheep in the window of her store across the street, Aunt True and I designed a window display of our own. We put up a big poster of Miss Marple and her Top Ten Books for Surviving the Shutdown.

HVF: Miss Marple as in Agatha Christie’s famous sleuth?

TRULY: Miss Marple as in my grandparents’ golden retriever. She’s named after that Miss Marple, though. (mutters under breath: which you should remember because you wrote that, too)

HVF: (pretending not to hear) So what does your grandparents’ dog recommend?

TRULY: A bunch of books on stuff like baking treats and making bread –

HVF: I’ve been baking treats and making bread like crazy!

TRULY: You’re making me hungry!

HVF: You’re always hungry. Any else that your dog recommends?

TRULY: Yeah. Some books about hobbies like knitting and quilting and woodwork and stuff.

HVF: I’ve been knitting up a storm! I’m an experienced knitter.

OK, sometimes not so much. How about you? You took that socks class with your mother, right?

TRULY: (sighs) I really, truly stink at socks.

HVF: They’re tricky – especially for people with big feet. Not that either of us have big feet.

TRULY: (glares) My mom’s been trying to get me to knit a hat. She says hats are way easier than socks.

HVF: I’ve made some cute hats recently.

And now I’m working on a cowl.

TRULY: (sounding excited) An owl? I love owls! They’re my favorite birds!

HVF: No, a cowl. It’s kind of like a short scarf, only joined at the ends.


HVF: (defensively) It’s not as stupid as it sounds.

TRULY: Right.

HVF: So what other books are on Miss Marple’s list?

TRULY: I put a bird-watching book on there – it’s been selling like hotcakes, since birding is something you can do from your own back porch or on a walk in a park or the woods. The rest are mostly mysteries. Aunt True says that in times of stress, readers want something with predictable rules, where all the loose ends are tied up by the last page. Oh, and some Jane Austen stuff, too. Aunt True says you can’t go wrong with Jane.

HVF: I don’t know what I would have done without Jane these past few months! It’s been all Austen, all the time around here. In fact, the best thing that I’ve done so far during the shutdown (well, besides baking and knitting) was listen to Jennifer Ehle read Pride and Prejudice aloud on YouTube.

TRULY: Jennifer who?

HVF: Ehle. She played Elizabeth Bennet in the 1995 BBC production.

TRULY: Oh, I’ve heard my mom and Aunt True talk about that one.

HVF: (gazing dreamily off into the distance) Colin Firth plays Mr. Darcy.

Anyway, Jennifer read aloud every day, often from her car with her dog, Violet, sitting beside her. It was SO MUCH FUN to watch her, and to hear the book come to life. Jennifer is an amazing reader. She totally gets the humor – Jane is so funny! Mr. Collins! Lady Catherine de Bourgh! The characters are amazing. It was a complete and very welcome daily escape for me. Here’s a link in case you want to listen to it.

TRULY: Uh, thanks.

HVF: Give it a try while you’re knitting that hat for next winter.

TRULY: Right.

HVF: And as for the rest of you – aren’t you curious about the mermaids and pirates in Pumpkin Falls? Of course you are! And you’ll have your chance starting in 3-2-1. . . .

Coming Tuesday, June 30 – Really Truly by Heather Vogel Frederick. Click here for full details.


Writer’s magic, unexpected left turns, and my new friend Esther

It happens every single time I write a book.

Writer’s magic.

Others call it serendipity, or “the universe” (whatever that’s supposed to mean), or coincidence, or any number of things. But for me, it’s always been — magic.

Here’s the way it works. I sit down and start to write. I’m a pantster, which means I fly by the seat of my pants. No outline, no bulletin boards with pictures of characters cut out of magazines, no charts or lists or anything like that which my plotter friends use. Sometimes I have a vague general idea of where the story might go, but as often as not, it takes a surprise left turn and goes somewhere else entirely.

I just love this process of discovery as I go along! I love all the unexpected twists and turns. It keeps things interesting. Plus, inevitably, the magic happens, which is exactly what occurred recently with the draft I’m working on at the moment. (It’s another Pumpkin Falls mystery, in case you’re wondering.) And this time, I caught it in the act — well, almost — which rarely happens. It’s hard to track exactly where ideas come from, but once in a while, eureka!

So I was writing along, minding my own business, and all of a sudden, this synchronized swimming element popped into the story, completely out of the blue (or so it seemed). My main character, Truly, is a swimmer, so the pool is always a part of her story, but whoa, where did this come from? And not just synchronized swimming in general, but specifically two nonagenarians (great word – a nonagenarian is someone in their 90s) named Zadie and Lenore who used to swim with Esther Williams in Hollywood!

Seriously — I kid you not, they just turned up on the page, all sassy and bursting with life. No way was I going to shut the door on the two of THEM. They were pure magic.

Writer’s magic.

So into the story they’ve swum, and I am spending my evenings researching Esther Williams and watching her movies.

Now I haven’t watched an Esther Williams movie since I was in middle school, and happened to stumble upon one when I was channel surfing on a Saturday afternoon with nothing else to do. THAT’S A LONG TIME AGO! What on earth had made me think of her, and those fabulous over-the-top Busby Berkeley choreographed water ballet sequences? Dozens of swimmers! Fountains and flames! Live music! And Esther herself, with her sequins and shimmer, her girl-next-door smile, her perfectly coiffed hair and perfect makeup, which no amount of water could ever dislodge!

I had no idea.

But I’ve learned not to question these magic moments when they occur, and I’ve been having enormous fun immersing myself (pardon the pun) in Esther’s watery world, and finding ways to bring elements of it into my new book.


That’s a scene from Million Dollar Mermaid. Isn’t it fabulous? And isn’t Esther amazing? She was a real athlete, a champion swimmer who would very likely have been an Olympian but World War II interfered, and she ended up in Hollywood instead. She makes those stunts look easy, but they aren’t. Not at all.

Meanwhile, last weekend I went to see the new movie Crazy Rich Asians for the second time, because I liked it so much the first time I saw it, weeks ago right after it came out.

And suddenly there it was, onscreen, the source of this particular moment of writer’s magic. Just a flash of a scene at the very end, of synchronized swimmers performing at an over-the-top celebration.

Aha, I thought. THAT’S where I got the idea!

Knowing where and when the seed was planted took some of the mystery out of it, but none of the magic. Because the magic wasn’t done with me yet. It turns out that my young niece, without knowing any of what’s been going on in my head, JUST JOINED A SYNCHRONIZED SWIMMING TEAM!

Which means I have a spy to help me with my research. Isn’t that fun?!

So here’s to writer’s magic, left turns, and my new friend Esther Williams!

Catching up

Hi there! Remember me? Oh my, what a whirlwind spring and summer I’ve had! I’ve been writing writing writing, mostly. I’m working on a new Pumpkin Falls mystery featuring the one and only Truly Lovejoy. Anyway, I spent the past week on a “staycation” from my day job, coffee-shop-hopping around Boston with my laptop in search of the perfect writing spot. I love writing in coffee shops! It’s a nice change from working at home alone. Anyway, I thought I’d share my favorite spots for decaf mochas, my current motivator of choice.

The winner is …

BURDICK’S!  Oh my goodness. I knew their hot chocolate was a winner, but the mochas? Swoon. Unbelievably rich, with just the right balance of chocolate and coffee. I love the fact, too, that this outpost is just a few blocks from the Boston Public Library, which is one of my favorite writing haunts.

Coming in at second place is Tatte (rhymes with “latte”), which is like a little slice of Paris here in Beantown.

Seriously – I dare you to resist something this gorgeously creamy! And they have amazing baked goods which I try hard to resist but usually can’t. Fortunately, they offer teeny tiny cookies at the checkout (so smart of them), so I can indulge in a wee treat without ending up not fitting into my pants.

(And yes, there is a mermaid on my laptop screen — I use Scrivener, which let’s you customize the “Composition mode” backdrop. There’s a mermaid element in my new book….)

In third place is Athan’s.

A European-style bakery with delectable hot chocolate and very good mochas. I like the casual buzz, too. You can often find me here.

Finally, a newly-opened neighborhood hangout: Cafe Landwer.

It’s been around since 1919 (not in my neighborhood), and in fact my favorite drink on their menu right now is a tea called “Berlin 1919” — Berlin, Germany, is where the cafe has its roots. It’s served with cinnamon and lemongrass and mint and a slice of orange and is HIGHLY ADDICTIVE! BUT there is something on the menu that is also calling my name and which I intend to try very soon: NUTELLA LATTE.

Are you kidding me?

Sign me up. I’ve been resisting (see: importance of fitting in pants, above), but I have a feeling I’m going to cave this weekend. I’ll check back in and let you know how it was…

What are your favorite places to write? Or read, or daydream, or draw, or whatever it is you love to do?