I enter this zone of comfort, and everything just spills out of me right then and there; no interruptions, just my thoughts, this pen, and a sizzling cup of coffee. Oh coffee! Cup of warmth and sweet eloquence. I write down my ideas while its still fresh and brewing in my head. I take a look at my journal or ripped paper or napkin....there's scribbles, and doodles, rewrites, and arrows...keeping me in touch with myself. I simply sit in the corner of a cluttered coffee shop, drown the world out with Mirel Wagner, and write to my heart's content...
