Writers are weird creatures.
Commonly known for their coffee-and-word addiction, they have been rumoured to spend their days in dark caves, coming out only on the night of the full moon, to drink the blood of their enemies and battle amongst themselves over the possession of the world.
That image, incidentally, is also delusional.
Because I don’t live in a cave (although I imagine it would provide much bookshelf-space) and maybe there’s a few people I could name with a passion for world-theft, but also, NO. AND WHY DO WRITERS NEED TO BE COFFEE-OBSESSED???