I’m on my way to my first Comic-Con in San Diego, the granddaddy of all comic conventions. It’s one of those bucket list items that I’ve wanted to check off for quite a while. I’ll be heading down south with my firstborn daughter, who has to attend for work. So, it’s a day stopover in Burbank to pick her up before driving down I-5 together. As I wait for my daughter’s day at the office to finish up, I’ve been walking around “beautiful downtown Burbank” just people watching and catching all the sights. Busy place, Burbank. And nice, really. But uh-oh, my phone is running dangerously low on battery. Which it shouldn’t because it’s less than a year old! So now what? Well, I’m doing something right now that I never thought I never would. I’m writing this blog post from inside a Starbucks. I’ve ordered coffee and plugged my phone into one of the many power outlets to charge up. Fortunately, I found an empty outlet near a stand-up table, the only one available. I’ve always wondered how writers and others can do work inside a Starbucks. Writing to me is a solitary activity. I’ve always felt the distractions in a Starbucks or other coffee shop type of environment would drive me crazy so I never even attempted it. But here I am, kinda forced to do it as sort of a cover-up just to charge my phone. And …yeah, I hate it. Soooo many distractions. How can anyone concentrate? But it’s only a one-time thing for me and my phone is charging. So …onward.