After about two weeks of not writing – and the reasons/excuses are quite numerous – I finally sat down in Starbucks last night and wrote the last three pages of my chapter eleven. It felt so exhilarating that the guilt just disappeared like the dollop of whip cream on my peppermint mocha.
There’s just something about the going to a coffee shop to write… and I always get a lot done.
Now that I’m on a roll I hope the next time I write isn’t another two weeks away.
