Looking for my mojo

Today was my regular 'meeting' with one of my bestest friends, Nick. We usually hang out at Starbucks (because the coffee's good and we get free WiFi) and chat about current projects, recent inspirations and a general catch-up.

Drinking our coffee (I'm a one-shot-extra-hot-soy-latte kinda gal) I realised I had totally lost my mojo. I thought I found it in Paris, but it seems I left it there :(

If anyone can locate my mojo, it's usually Nick: he's one of the best artists I know, so here's hoping I find some motivation after this evening's caffeine hit and break through this writer's block.

And it's still bloody monsoon season in Lancashire. Typical.