Someone bumped the table
Felix stared into the foam of his cappuccino, looking for inspiration. He was a member of The Self Pub, but he liked to break up his writing routine by starting at Ground Zero, the coffee shop down the street. Lunch would follow, often with Andy, and then he’d go to The Self Pub for marketing research and networking. At home, after dinner, Felix would go into his study and hammer out some more. He felt that’s how a professional writer would do it, and he would soon be a professional writer, once he had this first book published. Now he was just an aspiring author.
He couldn’t wait to get his first interview request. He hoped they wouldn’t ask too many questions about his childhood. He would have to write up a FAQ sheet about that, so he’d have a script ready when
