The two young women at the table next to me have been having a loud conversation that is filled with words that begin with macro or micro, and end with ology. They have been having this conversation for 90 minutes. It is periodically punctuated by “I should really go” and similar phrases. It would be rude to agree with them, but I have to get this damn song parody written, so I can’t simply stick the headphones on and listen to Pentatonix songs.

If either of them uses the word “Validates” again, I can’t be responsible for what I may do.

You know you’re spending too much time writing in your favorite coffeehouse when they ask you to be the one to test a new cookie flavor to see if they should carry it.*

*Actually, there is no such thing as “too much time writing in your favorite coffeehouse.” There is only such a thing as “Oh, no. It’s 6:30 and I never defrosted anything for dinner.”

As anyone who reads this blog on a daily basis* knows, I spend several hours each day writing at my favorite coffee place. Because I’m saving all my imagination for my writing, I get the same thing every day. That same thing includes cookies whenever possible. When I came in today, the owner asked me to be the official taster for a new variety of cookie. It included white chocolate and coconut. What could be bad about that?** Based on my approval they’ll be carrying it. You’re welcome.

 

* Hi, Mom

**Unless you’re allergic to coconut. Consider yourself forewarned.

You’re probably wondering why I haven’t posted for awhile. It’s because I’ve been deeply immersed in “revising and resubmitting” and working on a new novel and haven’t had time. Also I forgot to post. Happens.