Category: Coffee Shop Writer

(a long overdue entry from Preston – Timothy) Right click > Open in new tab. This is an action I know well. I scanned the top of my screen, reading the titles of all the browser tabs I had open.  There were ten of them.  Two for work, two for social media, four were from […]

The trees were greener last time I sat here. I watched as their leaves, now faded to red, brown and burnt orange, were pulled off one by one by small gusts of wind. Leaves are like the hair of trees, I thought to myself.  And winter is their haircut. My writing brain was not operating at […]

(If this is your first time, start here.) Jerimus lightly touches the stab wound on his thigh and winces. He is bleeding out. An hour and a half in, and there were fifteen words on the screen before me.  I had the day off.  I had arrived to the coffee shop early.  I’m going to write 20 […]

(As always, from the pages of Preston Carr – Timothy) Did you see that trailer? I’m not sure why I do that.  I don’t try.  It’s just…how I am?  I wouldn’t say it’s being dishonest.  Just trying to keep it together. Hey, I have plans actually, sorry.   I know, I think I peed a […]

(The following is an excerpt from the journal of aspiring coffee shop writer Preston William Carr.  Though I’ve never met the man, I find him surprisingly relatable. – Timothy) No one will probably ever read this, so I’m just going to start writing. I don’t know what I expect to happen here.  Keep pushing and the baby […]