When one who likes to consider herself a writer has an image she can't shake, her mind turns to how can that image be used, or perhaps what said image means. The recurring image for me is a broken teacup -- just cracked really. Finally, an idea came to me. "Maybe the teacup is your life, and the tea itself is the day-to-day goings-on of your life. Sometimes your life, like the cup, is very full of sweetness; sometimes you don't like what's going on. Something can happen to the cup and cause a little crack, or sometimes the day-to-day goings on get boring." I decided I needed somewhere to share my cracks, to release pressure and vent. Someone reading this is going, "There's a place for that. It's called therapy." I know what it is. 3 p.m. every Tuesday is what it is. :) A friend said, "Maybe you should say it's more like a percolator. You let the pressure build up until the truth is forced through the daily grinds of your life." I s