Wednesday, August 15, 2007
I walked down to the Every Thing Goes Book Café and ordered a drink I can’t pronounce Vanillaccino the menu calls it a blended frappe with syrup all I know is that its an iced espresso drink and its cold the cold part is important because today’s hot. I walked down to the café hoping the atmosphere would help me to write and also I am looking for a book to read. I seam to have a lot of time on my hands lately and not much to do. I used to dream of having more time to myself. it’s a dream come true turned into a nightmare I am so board its pathetic If I didn’t have my writing I don’t know what Id do only worse than writers block I find I have nothing to say I read threw writing prompts and they leave me totally blank today I was reading Julia Camerons The Right to Write: she says you don’t have to be in the mood to write that you just write and the mood will come so I am sitting here in the café sipping my icy drink and writing.