In a few minutes, I plan to open the rough draft of my sequel to The Goblin Road. I suspect that after 4 months of not writing a single word in there, that it’ll look somewhat foreign.

So I surround myself with the pleasant atmosphere of a coffeehouse, and I arm myself with a medium cup of java with 5 Splendas and 2 creams. The excessive Splenda’s a necessity: Sweetness against the monster sequel. Will it burn me with its fire, or will I subdue it with coffee and determination?

What’s your vice for writing?