I’m currently sitting in Seven Cups tea house in Tucson, AZ. It’s an introverted writer’s dream. The tea is delicious, the AC just right, and I’m the only guest. Slow erhu music is playing softly enough to ignore and loudly enough to create an almost meditative atmosphere. I could never write in a crowded coffee shop, but this is heaven. There are no distractions, so even when I’m hitting a bump in the road, I have no choice but to sit with it and work my way through. A sip of tea is my only break. And I’m not even Read More …