The cold wind -- blowing in the front door here at Starbuck's -- is piercing my faux fur vest. My eyes burn. The blenders are noisy. My 12 ounce, extra-hot mocha is now cold. But, my writing continues. Day in and day out -- everyday without fail. And, when someone contacts me and wants to know how to write daily, my answer is always the same. Write. Everyday. Meaning: Make it a top priority. Life Is Fabulous!