Beck was sitting in a Starbucks, she had her notebook with her and she had her pencil sitting beside her cup of coffee. She had been in a writers block recently and she just couldn't come up with anything that she found interesting. "Damnit Beck... Lock in, lock in...." She mentally criticized herself for being unable to jog her creativity. She leaned forward and rested her head on the table. Honestly, she was very upset with herself.