Yesterday, I bought a tall Americano, sat down with my computer, stared at a blank screen for about twenty minutes, and then decided to throw away the coffee without drinking it or writing a word. What does this say about me?

Brief update on my pong story: Chuck delivered his serve earlier in the week, and after an initial burst of 888 words, I’ve put it aside for a few days to think it through. I have decent ideas, but I don’t have a prognosis. I am enjoying this story, which is a much better serve than what I sent over to Chuck.