"Delay is natural to a writer. He is like a surfer—he bides his time. Waits for the perfect wave on which to ride in. He waits for the surge (of emotion? of strength? of courage?) that will carry him along." (E.B. White, The Paris Review Interviews, 1969)
Sitting in the Panera in Suburbia
I'm holed up in a Panera in suburban Toledo (Perrysburg to be exact) trying to get my work done. I love Wi-Fi, but I'm starting to question the sanity of a person who seeks coffeeshops during winter storms for Internet connectivity (that's my sanity that I'm questioning, for those who are paying attention).