I write from a Starbucks in Clarksville. An unusual scenario, but less so currently. I never thought there would be reason for any kind of familiarity with this place, but as it turns out, life is full of surprises. The best are those that totally catch you off guard, the ones that slap you across the face with the breakdown of misconceptions, the ones that then hurl you into the most incredible and happy direction your life has taken in a long, long while. So I write from a Starbucks in Clarksville...because I'm waiting out rush-hour, and there is an exam for which I'm supposed to be studying.
I'm still full of words to pour forth, quality words, and as soon as I get a free second I'll lay down something worthwhile.