Why is it, when I’ve taken my time to shower, brush my teeth, prepare a breakfast at home, enjoy some television while eating, hang out with the dog, get to the coffee shop, set up, and start feeling in the mood to pull out the notebook and write…

… the clock interrupts and I must go. Or think about going. Or figure out when I need to go, and exactly how much time I’ve got left and oh my god how am I going to cram all of the words into that amount of time and…