Today I wrote a brief dialogue between a politically-minded coffee shop proprietor and a socially awkward barista-in-training. Then I went into extensive detail describing the eastern coast of an imaginary island I’d created out of a coffee stain. I also went to the library and checked out two books about the history of coffee for research for another project.
I believe I have coffee on the brain, as any good writer should. I now feel more validated in my chosen profession.