Coffee is my vice, how about yours?

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?

By J. Parrish Lewis

J. Parrish Lewis was born and raised in Maryland. In his youth there, he and his brother had many adventures in the dogwood forests near his home. His nostalgia for these adventures has strongly influenced his characters, their relationships, and their perspective on the world they inhabit. He moved to California’s coast to earn his degree in communications and now lives with his family in the San Joaquin Valley. Lewis is profoundly deaf and uses American Sign Language to communicate. He enjoys hazelnut coffee, captioned movies, and walking his dog.

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