Elizabeth Anne Bennet needed coffee. Sure, that's not the best way to start a story, but that was definitely what she needed to start a day. Being a writer had its perks-she could work in pajamas all day, live on coffee, and there was absolutely no need to brush the growing bird's nest resting on her cranium. And of course, showering ever day was not an option: just in case she found inspiration without an electronic device in arm's reach-but then there were those days without even the teensiest weensiest drop of heaven-sent inspiration. Maybe she should shower.
