So I’m in Charlottesville doing research for a novel. Eating and walking around a lot,* but not putting many words on paper** And then I had a Eureka moment.*** I write in a coffeehouse when I’m home. As I write this, I’m finishing a latte at Shenandoah Joe’s. The words are flowing! Pavlov’s dogs had nothing on me.
*It’s research, honest.
**Not literally. Don’t be so picky.
***Not the vacuum cleaner kind. I don’t vacuum…or iron