Stercus accidit Shit happens

I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They have recently discovered that a cup of joe and an interesting weekend can make for great material. Or at least that's the case with me...

If the writing is honest it cannot be separated from the man who wrote it. If you don't have the time to read, you don't have the time or the tools to write.

I find myself at Starbucks, with a cup of Joe, and continuing the saga of my never-ending novel. To be published at a later date, mind you. It's an unspoken masterpiece I can someday dedicate to all my late night bar crawls and unfortunate accidents. Hell, and that's just the day I was born.

"It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, theres no knowing where you might be swept off to."

I believe a Mr. J.r.r. Tolkien once said that.

Off to redeem what's left of a day off. And my sanity. Blog on.