I was never much of a coffee drinker until this year. Last Christmas I got a Keurig, even though I was only an occasional indulger. The Keurig was a gift, something that I was grateful for and thought might come in handy on the more sluggish Saturday mornings.
Then I used it.
Good God. Why had I been putting cream and sugar in coffee previous to this? Someone tell me? I think my mistake was that I hadn’t been drinking *good* coffee, and now I was. And boy… was I. After the holidays I moved the Keurig into my office at work to serve as an enticement to actually get up and go to work in the mornings. Even though I love my job, the alarm always jolts me out of a lovely unconsciousness into reality – a place all writers know is a pale shadow of our daydreams.
So the Keurig began to get more attention, everyday. I drink two or three cups a day now, and while I hate that I need it, I also love that I have that excuse every time I cram a K-cup in there. I’ll get a headache if I don’t. It’s the polar opposite of the No-Sugar-Tonight-Honey excuse.
The coffee also serves as a ritual that politely jolts me into writing. I get to work about an hour early everyday (by choice) and I take that hour to settle in, hit my social media, and write up the blog for the day before I become Librarian Mindy. Coffee = Writing and I’m not the only writer who subscribes to that specific mathematically questionable equation.
Even so, we’re not just wandering brains attached to a pile of pink tissue that filters coffee. We use that caffeine (and the brain) to produce stories about things that never happened to people that don’t exist. Yet we care deeply about them, and we hope to make others invest in their dramatic fake lives as well. It’s a tall order, but sometimes it works out.
NOT A DROP TO DRINK has been out in the world for a little less than a month, and I’m already having those experiences where I meet readers who want to know more about my fake world. Is anything else going to happen there? How did I create this place? What about the names of these people that don’t exist, how did I pick them? And mostly, WHY DID I DO THAT?? WHY, WHY MINDY WHY!??!?
And it’s pretty much why I do it. I’m still on a tour-phase at the moment. Coffee, hotels, small towns, big cities, little gorgeous indies, sprawling new-paper-smell chains and long, meandering conversations with other writers are my life right now.
It’s a pretty awesome life.