My conversation with Richard yesterday:
Him: You on your way home yet?
Me: I'm still at the coffeeshop. I'm about ten minutes away. When do you want to go to dinner?
Him: You can take your time. No rush.
Me: Ok, Let me just finish editing this chapter and I'll be home.

And that line encompasses the life I wish for myself. Ahh, to be a writer wearing out the leather in the already worn-out leather chair of a coffeeshop that is becoming more and more thee coffeeshop in which for me to write. #Starbucks, your awkward seating arrangements, boring decor and cold AC blasting me every moment I'm stuck standing in your lines, remind me why so many people boycotted your business due to its monopoly of the coffeehouse market over a decade ago, and continue to do so. I remember now why I avoided you. Why for the second day in a row now, I've come back to this place. One much more cozy and pleasant than yours.

Alas, this post is not to put Starbucks on blast (I mean, who isn't forced to purchase a Frap or overpriced panini or two from that Starbucks every now and then because it's the only coffeeshop within miles of your location, and only yards within distance of another yet Starbucks? I mean, it's not that I don't love watching four-year-olds getting hyped up on overpriced Tall Caramel or Vanilla Bean Frappucinos...but...

...Back to my real post...spending half a day here at #itsagrind...just writing. No fax machines, scanners, factory-made office desks or cubicles. No phones ringing off the hook. No "high priority" emails. Rather, sounds of Miles Davis streaming through the speakers above me. Ray Charles hanging around on the wall opposite me. (Who wouldn't prefer his company?) And Louis Armstrong crooning wonderfully every now and then. Ooh yea...

Goodbye, meetings irrelevant to my position at the office. Alarm clocks. Paycom.com, be gone.

It would just be me and my laptop. A pen and paper no longer suffice as my hand can no longer keep up with my mind. But if they are the only tools at my disposal, you bet your booty I will use them!

Because sometimes a brilliant moment comes up but once in a lifetime and if you don't use that exact point in time to capture it, it could be lost forever. An idea can expire, or, at least a piece of the raw genius that created it. And if you let that idea lay to waste, it will then have been a potentially radiant gem turned to stone, turned to rock, turned to soot.

So how I yearn to be able to say, "Let me finish up this last chapter, and then, I'll be home."

Let's fast forward to that dream. =] Let's live in that realm, a fruitful paradise. Let's keep sprinting towards that goal. For no, it will not be a waste-laid promise I made to myself.