My muse loves the smell of coffee

I don’t always wait for my muse to inspire my writing but some days, well, I just have to because sometimes life blocks the natural flow. 

Sometimes though, the muse doesn’t show up until she smells the coffee. She loves the stuff – I kid you not.

So, it’s made, it’s piping hot and I await her entrance to inspire me to get stuff out of my head and my heart and on to the screen.

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