This is sort of a ramble-rant, but follow me…
I’m working on The Grinder, and I’m thinking of switching to espresso from Diet Coke because I got a long way until morning, if you catch my drift. Then I started to think about coffee, and coffee shops, and all the people that are writing in coffee shops. What the hell, people? I can’t work at a coffee shop – extended periods of coffee means I get up to take a piss every ten minutes, which means no extended periods of work.
So are you really working? Or are you posing?
I’ve sat in a coffee shop and journaled a bit, but I’ll be honest: I’m only sitting there an hour tops. Plus, I wouldn’t qualify journaling as “work.” For me, the real work gets done from about 7pm to 1am roughly.
I guess I’m saying: to all you writers out there – nut it up and don’t just work at the coffee shop. I hope you are pulling the late nights every once in awhile because you love it that much.
I know I am.
I’d post a shot of what I’m working on, but I’m working on a double page spread of Atlantic fucking City so I’m a little busy.
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