Working on this blog at 2:00 in the afternoon is a perfect excuse to have a cup of coffee.
Not that I need an excuse. Or the coffee. But it’s my romantic idea of being a writer.
And then I hear the washing machine whirring away downstairs. And the trash truck outside.
Romantic notion over. I take my coffee with a big splash of realism. And my blog.
The coffee is a nice touch, but I now realize it’s not a requirement for putting finger to iPad. Reality? That’s definitely a must.
