Dusty shelf, a writer’s million mugs, some holding things a writer thinks she needs, some rimmed with the crust of coffee, tea, what have you. Meant for convenience and inspiration. But what truth one mug holds. Some say we write what we know. . . in my case, that holds true. So be careful how you treat me, what you say, what your face is telling, for a writer has a sensitive soul and you just trod all over mine.