My proclivity for drinking coffee stems from an innate hatred of mornings. I like the nightlife; I like to boogie – so while most people are bounding out of bed yipping about sunshine and lollipops in  super-chipper voices, I’m calling the alarm clock a filthy name, hoping I don’t break yet another snooze button.  I envy morning people. I imagine I would probably be a famous writer by now if I weren’t such an anti-morning person. Wake up super early everyday, write, eat lunch, write some more, watch Matlock, chamomile tea, sleep. Novel finished in weeks. Don’t get me wrong, I … Continue reading Caffeinated Ambrosia: Or How This Blog Runs on Coffee