Starbucks is the closest café to my academy. It’s on the first floor of the same building. I find it a convenient and relaxing place to write. The noise around me, the music and chatter, helps me focus somehow. I notice some other people with their laptops or textbooks. If I’m struggling for inspiration, a spot of people watching helps. I feel a bit selfish spending our money on expensive coffee though.

Sometimes I feel selfish using my time to write. It’s not as bad now that my daughter has grown up, but I still feel guilt. Sometimes my fiancé will practice the guitar while I write and he is very understanding and encouraging, but I feel selfish as I know he wants to do stuff together. I think women in particular suffer from this feeling, so I’m curious to know if men feel the same way. Anyway, I try to give myself permission to write.

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