The attempt to chronicle the life of an editor who needs to write more for himself and hopefully thereby find new directions in life.
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Late Night Thought ...
Last night, after the opening session for the convention, I found myself looking at the Starbucks in the hotel lobby. I didn't want coffee, but a hot chocolate sounded good. Of course, that was out since I've given up chocolate for Lent. At times like this, the mind begins to wander ... why doesn't any place sell hot vanilla?