We all get it as writers.

Either a flood of ideas.

Or an arroyo.

I have some working titles

“Insomnia”
“What does it cost to live in Beijing”
“Life after 9-5”

1 AM Thursday morning.

The streets of Houston are quiet.

No sirens.

No cocktail parties.

It’s just me.

And my smartphone.

On the patio.

Looking  forward to tomorrow.