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November 26, 2005

A Big, Spiral Driveway Like the Skin of an Onion

Yeah, back in the groove. Now on page 141, and still moving strong. I plan to work tomorrow, of course. I'm pretty much on the 7 days a week mode, now. I love a deadline I can see coming, and that I can work toward, being affected by only myself and my own drive. I get such a thrill out of rising at 5:30 or 5:45 with my OH MY GOD I'M BACK ON COFFEE yeah...hopeless sinner, that's me. The bean stole me back! Argh!

But you know what happened? i got up and sat at the computer to work on morning, after being up a little late. I was off coffee for a couple days, right? And here, I'm trying to take off and do my usual thing...and nothing'! And it wasn't that I was uninspired. I had a lot of ideas for the story. I just felt like there I was, and, you know, getting ready to go, and you know. There I was! Sippin' on hot water with a touch o' honey! ...And yeah, okay, yes. Somehow missing that pre-dawn zoom of initial ignition. O, woe is I! Alas, I ride the spicy, cracked Java bean down the very river Styx!

But yeah, I said If it ain't broke, don't fix it! and figured I would get off the bean when I'm done with the rough draft of this manuscript, and the high-octane lift isn't needed as much. As I'm moving into the atomic level of That Which Drives Act III, I find such drastic moves are simply ill-advised!

O, DEVILISH Java! O, GEORDANES, PURVEYOR OF EVIL! O, Colombian Supremo! How good it is to be back in the loving carob citadel of your deliciously deep-roasted aroma.

joaquín ramón herrera writes for children, adults, and other humans found elsewhere in the continuum of development. He is also an illustrator, musician, and surprise protagonist. If you have found his glasses, wallet, or keys, please contact him here.

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