The Bitter End

It is a Wednesday night/Thursday morning, depending on how you chose to look at it. I am sitting in a place called The Bitter End, a place I have never been to alone, a place that feels far lonelier than it actually is. In fact, it is busier here tonight than I have ever seen it before. I am getting a lot accomplished in my time here, so it is a positive thing, but it is just a little off.

Something about not being at my computer desk, not in my own room, seems to help me focus more. It doesn't make much sense to me, seeing as here, there are dozens of distractions, but at home, I can have quiet and comfort in any way I desire. Still, sometimes, being out of the norm is exactly what I need to really get some real writing done.

I  am now far too immersed in my world of fiction to continue writing a real world blog. This post has been more of a novel idea, feeling as if I almost have to write a blog while sitting in a coffee shop at 3 a.m. but it is nothing more than that. I will try and post something better soon, but for now, it is back to my world of fiction.