January fourth, I packed up my bag, journals, pens and Tablet, headed to a local coffee shop determined to focus and write…preferably simultaneously. Snow flurries fell outside as I sipped my hot brewed inspiration anticipating a multitude of epiphanies. I was hoping to muster up at least a few sentences.
Unfortunately, a gentleman set himself up beside me with his laptop, and the minute he plugged in, somehow, my own internet connection was impacted. It was mysterious, odd and a tad bit frustrating. Naturally, I turned to poetry. Because what’s a girl to do when the devil shows up at the coffee shop. But, that wasn’t the end of the story… More