Cafe-au-Lait

I don't normally drink coffee anymore. Look it up. The Mystery of the Caffeinated Me is quite a fun true story. But now that November is quickly approaching (not fast enough because my creative fingers are dancing over the keyboard in anticipation), I feel that coffee inspiration is like a kick to jumpstart my creativity. Even with a splash of caffeine in my decaf coffee, I'm inspired.

I rearranged my desk this weekend--twice. Originally, it sits in my bedroom, facing the wall under the vast window. I feel boxed in some days. I have to twist and turn to look behind me and see any form of life. Completely turning it around with my back to the window proved to make me feel trapped and constricted nevermind the fact that anyone walking into my room acts as if they are stepping into an office and they ask me for a raise. Next step? Sit beside the window and stare at the closet door. It works. I was able to pound out 5 pages this weekend. It is a very small start but I'll take it!

Now, I must sit on my hands before November. Let's hope the coffee keeps me from scribbling out "ideas" which turn into chapters. Ha!

It's Starting Again...

I can't get him out of my mind...it starts out tinier than a minuscule grain of sand. That muse that just tickles and bubbles. But I can't figure out if I want to run with this one or not. There is so much work that needs to be done this month. Deadlines and projects. Can I put off this inspiration for a whole month? What if I play with these ideas for just a small amount of time...let them swim and wiggle...but what if I completely abandon my two major projects at the moment? What if I drop my deadlines? I can't fail but the excitement is almost starting to take affect. Now, I'm left wondering what I want to do.

Hmm...I think I'm going to play for a little while.
What can I say, I'm addicted to him right now.