I sit down to work on my manuscript and it glares back at me daring to type another word. My nightly supply of white tea warms the belly of the Raku pottery owl teapot resting on my desk. Dragon's Blood candles illuminate the room as I transition to unleash my creativity and flesh out the next bestseller. This next novel is going to be good--my best--really it is.
Um, okay the book, right back to it as soon as I check my tweets.