Coffeehouse cliche

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.


I have 374 pages to edit before the end of the month. Each day I try to knock out 13 or more to keep up with pace, but it is a slow slog. I’m enjoying this trip down writer’s memory lane, but it sometimes can get in the way of a fun day off or dinner plans. Feel like this little bee: work, work, work. Where’s my honey?

Did you know that one honey bee will only produce 1.5 teaspoons of honey in her lifetime? I can finish 13 pages.