It's...5 in the morning. Need coffee. Need shower. Hungry, but too tired to eat. I got up an hour ago to work on the book and so far I've managed to check my e-mail. This is where the disiplinarian in my head kicks in.
"Do you want to be a novelist or not?" she says.
"I want to be caffeinated," I say.
"Is that all you think about is coffee?"
"What? I can't hear you, I haven't had any coffee yet."
Two weeks ago I thought I'd kicked the addiction. It turns out that I just took a vacation. Most people go to the beach. I switch to decaf and despair.
Ok, now I'm really going to work on the goddamn book. After coffee.