As I was telling someone in e-mail yesterday (most of my blog entries start out as an idle thought I post into an e-mail), I walked over to get a Starbucks Latte in the morning. (Well, that's not surprising. I do most mornings.)

And, as I was strolling back toward the office, I took a sip and discovered that the first sip of a latte tastes, in some inexplicable fashion, just like writing.

It tastes like fanfiction, to be precise. Silky. Creamy. Warmth blossoming into heat. A suggestion of bitter complexity tinting the velvet milk.

Also, I drink a lot of lattes, so naturally the taste reminds me of all those mornings I spent writing instead of working. (X-Files. A latte tastes like writing the X-Files. How remarkable.)

I'm just saying. Nothing much has happened since yesterday.

I'm at a loss for anything to blog about today.