Manhattan (mid-town) is outside the window in front of me as I blog here at Starbuck’s. Oddly, I do not feel as though I need to be out shopping Right Now. I’d rather sit here by the front window and blog, even though I’m in all the drafts from the front door.
Old row houses in front of me, now turned into small shops, restaurants, and a copy center of unnamed variety. The architect’s efforts at decoration were wasted on these. At least, I assume so. Perhaps tenants in Manhattan have unexpected depths. (Yes, that’s sarcasm.)
Okay, that’s it for now. I’m trying to get the novel going again. Yes, right now, right here.
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