I always found the image of a writer toiling over words in a coffee shop to be somewhat romantic, even if it is a cliche.

Last night as the deadline to submit my final draft for Kindle pre-order ticked away, I sequestered myself in a small Starbucks to finish the last ten chapters. Being at home, I’m easily distracted by the cat or finishing the bag of Doritos in the pantry. My only diversion from my editing was the college age girl, obviously hot for teacher, and her tutor working on geometry.

Might have to give it a go more often. Can’t let the Doritos win. If only their coffee was better.