Sorry, never use Starbucks for anything remotely creative. That's a cliche, the driven would-be genius madly typing away in a coffee shop. Really? I prefer to be insane in the privacy of my home, thank you. One who's possessed of creative proclivities does not pursue them just in hope of being discovered and/or making loads of money. If that was the case our world would be far poorer than it is. What is it, maybe one-percent of any artists in any genre/medium ever "make it"? So the rest of us should just give up and die to make the non-creative feel comfortable in their pedestrian lives? I compose piano music for my pleasure, and if anyone else hears it and likes it, so be it. I write short stories and essays for unloading my own head, and if someone reads them and likes them, so be it. In the past year I started writing screenplays, the most recent titled "Wavelength" which is currently being looked at by someone involved in the new film based on Cormac McCarthy's Child of God. Maybe he'll like and want to do something with it, maybe not. In the end it doesn't matter because it's my process that pleases me. Same applies to my two-dozen-plus patented inventions. Most of them are just clever devices with no real market potential, but I don't care because it's my process that matters. So, if any of you want to read "Wavelength" (about a tech-savvy serial killer) post me your mailing address and I'll send you the original short story and 100-page screenplay. I'd love some feedback from those who might be potential viewers. Now I'm off to Starbucks to see if anyone will discover me.