My coffee shop has limited batteries. I’ll try to make the best of it. I caress the keys knowing them by touch alone. I won’t waste my words today. The yummy caffeine is tasty and I’m hopeful. I’m surrounded by wooden hope. The wooden floors are still dirty but even they are hopeful.
I thought I had more than I did. That’s the way it goes with these things. At least I’ll always have the nice floors.
The words I wrote today were too disorganized to even post locked. They’re new fragments from the photo shoot story, and there were a lot of them. Mostly useless but I saw some story elements forming here and there. Let's see if I can mush them into something more useful tomorrow.