As most of you know, I love to write. Hence the reason this blog exists. I’ve always been a pretty decent writer, but over the past year I have come to truly appreciate it and work hard at honing my skills. Over time this love for writing has grown into a passion and dream of mine. I want to make an impact with the power that words hold. That is a new aspiration of mine. However, I believe I have been proclaiming this dream the wrong way over the past few months. Continue reading “i am a writer.”
Right now I am tucked away in a secluded corner of our small-town Starbucks, sipping coffee, and typing away as rain pours down outside. It’s just me and my thoughts, surrounded by the smell of brewing coffee and sound of pattering rain.
Monday evenings here are a ghost town. Presently the population of this small coffee shop consists of me, a business man typing away, a college student bearing a puzzled expression that screams “math,” and three, green-apron-clad baristas behind the counter. Continue reading “cafe wonderings.”