More Writing & Chicken Soup

Today was my second scheduled coffee shop writing for this week. Such fun these are turning out to be. I like the amount of writing I get to do once I’ve committed to these hours I post to fellow writers. I also love the element of surprise of not knowing if anyone will join me, and if someone does, who it will be.

Today I was at Duncan’s Bistro. I was sitting at a table by the window, one of those high tables with matching stools, and I had been writing for about ten minutes, when I looked up and saw a fellow writer approaching. She ordered a Diet Pepsi (a woman with good taste) before coming over to join me. We exchanged a few words, then picked up our pens and journeyed across the pages.

This morning, before I left the house for this writing date, I got a pot of homemade chicken soup brewing. Andree has been going into coughing bouts that sound like she’s about to cough up a lung or something, so I wanted to have the soup ready for when I picked her up from work. My homemade soup tasted a hell of a lot better than that store bought can I had last week.

So, here it is, way past a decent bedtime again. I have to hit the sack. I have a full schedule of clients tomorrow. It will be a heavy but rewarding day. A quick gratitude entry in my journal and a couple of pages in my new book and I’ll be nodding off to sleep in no time.