When I must have a coffee day, it means I've been spending too much time alone. It means I've been wallowing at home this week and the writing muse won't descend because I haven't been talking to anyone.
It's a conundrum to be sure because I can't write when people are around, but if people aren't around I have nothing to write about.
Sure there are empty boxes inexplicably left in the freezer I could complain about. It's a late arrival day, I always resent those. I had to take my daughters both shopping for jeans at the same time, again, that's always good for some annoying fodder. But sometimes, I just need to talk to a girl friend and laugh out loud at the chaos! Somehow it straightens the mess in my head and helps me sort out my muse or bring the muse back.
Perhaps the muse has decided to go on Christmas break early this year. But there is nothing like a coffee day to drag the muse back, kicking and screaming.
I after all, must write.