On Nano-punishment AND another excerpt

I'm at Black Dog tonight.

My least favorite coffee house ever.

On my first and only visit here, I almost gave up on coffee houses altogther.
Back then, I was actually intimidated by the hustle and bustle of Dunn Brothers #1, too. Ha! Imagine that! Lucky me, I found the St. Paul Tee Gee's entirely by lucky mistake and the very friendly people behind the counter helped me find a little faith in myself. Come to think of it, I haven't chatted with the owner in ages. I wonder how she's doing...

So why am I here? At the most unappealing spot on the planet?

I need focus.

It's time to rid myself of all the distractions, push myself in the corner and bust up some word-count.

I'm back on Angel again. Imagining life as her is a bit much.
She's no Antoine Fisher, mind you--but life through her eyes?


I probably am best off in the corner while I write.
When I write and I'm really feeling the characters?

I bounce around in my seat. I grimace. I make the motions of the people I'm writing about--whether I'm screwing up my face, making a fist, talking--because I need to see what's going on in my mind. I might mouth half the dialog for mitre and flow and whether or not I can hear them saying it.

Oh yeah! I should do the second half of Chapter 3.

If you haven't read the first half, Here you go
. The conclusion is beneath the cut.

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