Last spring and summer I would take my lunch break in downtown Lansing (a few steps away from my cube farm in the government). I usually went to either Beaners (now known as Bigby Coffee) or Decker’s Coffee and wrote out a few passages.

My problem was finishing things. I had a few good ideas but I could never seem to tie them together in a satisfactory way. Almost all the fiction I’ve ever written is in spiral notebooks, unread by anybody.

This summer I’ll have an ample amount of time to work on prose. I don’t want it to simply collect dust, though. It would be nice to at least transfer some to the computer. There is much more to be said about this goal.