The view from my coffee cup

I’m sitting in my favorite coffee shop with my cup of latte and morning paper, pondering how to begin my blog. A man sitting at the table next to me is staring out the window … he’s awaiting the arrival of a friend he’d promised a loan. The man is doubtful that his friend will repay the loan. He’s restless. Life is a mystery … always will be.

I look around the coffee shop. What else is going on?  This might be the ideal place to sit and write. I can make up stories. My writer’s block disappears.

Welcome to my world!