Coffee Shop

So, here I am. Sitting in Starbucks, blogging. It's weird how easy it is to write when you know that no one else gives a shit about what you're doing on your computer because their too busy doing whatever it their doing on their computers. LOL That was a dumb sentence.The only downside to sitting in here is that I am reeeaaallllly tempted to buy a coffee or something. It's such a pleasant atmosphere. I wish I had a little coffee shop, not necessarily Starbucks, near me at my house. One I could just drop in to at any time and chill.Not to say I can't chill at my own house, but it's just more fun to do it somewhere else. Somewhere I don't have to worry about my friends or family needing something. Somewhere that I can people watch, and sip coffee and let the voices of my guys talk to me in their own pace. Usually I'm rushing them, or prodding them to speak and when you do that, they don't sound genuine. It just sounds...quick. And writing, novel writing, doesn't respond well to that rushed thing. They get kind of mad. At least, my guys do. They get all grumbly and warrior like. Actually, it's almost childlike. But only some of them do that. Some of them are willing to talk whenever I need them too. And others still only talk when they want to, so when they do I have to jot down some notes before they either stop or I forget. It's kind of hectic. I wish I could designate the times they talked. I could try to set a time to encourage them. Like If I sat down every other day at four o clock and set my fingers on the keys, maybe they would get the hint after a while that I'm willing to set aside time to listen to them.
Not to say that I'm not. Because I love listening to whatever they have to say, whenever they feel the urge to say it. I love talking with them. It spices up my otherwise boring life. Anyway, I ought to use this time to actually listen to the guys, instead of blogging.

Speak softly, Listen forever,

Sacred Secret