“A house that has a library in it has a soul.” – Plato
It is 4 a.m. I have polished off a steaming cup of Café Bustelo. I will serve another cup after writing a few more paragraphs. The aroma of strong coffee takes me back to childhood when my grandparents would brew their coffee, take it to the porch for a chat, and read to each other verses from the Bible. It is a smell and a memory I will carry with me for all time.
Insert chill ambiance set to a playlist of lyric-less hip hop songs, nearby an arsenal of books and a revolving wish list of required reading.
In two hours, I will begin to ready myself for a one hour commute to my full-time job. I will listen to podcasts the entire drive there. I will park my car and jot down, in my bullet journal, all ideas that are still lingering around able to be captured on paper. The others will sail off onto another adventure which I hope will one day return from sea.
This is a typical morning and one I’ve grown accustomed to.
I’m a writer on the go.
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