I’m writing this from the Harvard Square Starbucks (the big one), where I have spent the last 3 hours:
- writing (2K words!)
- eavesdropping on neighboring tables
- consuming too much caffeine and a fair helping of whipped cream
Which is basically the summation of my perfect Starbucks experience.
I’m glad to get those 2000 words. Writing has been hard recently (only recently?). For once I know exactly what happened to stall me, but that doesn’t make it any easier to fix the problem. I’m beginning to come to the conclusion that being a writer is one massive mind game you play with yourself.