I feel like in between talking about writing and my own writing process it would be fair for me to add in a few snippets about myself personally. These sorts of things may tend towards writing and books, because hey, what part of my life doesn't? We're irrevocably tied together. I'll try my best to keep them separate though; no promises.
So hopefully this falls under the category of things “you can relate to” I mentioned in my first post to this blog. This I'm grateful for, because being able to share my love of coffee has brought many wonderful people into my life. I've made unexpected friendships, learned new things, got life changing news, received wisdom, shared advice and heard some stories I'm not sure I was prepared for, over a cup (or five) of coffee. Tables, benches, couches, on my feet, lying in bed, with a book in my hand, eating homemade cake. All with coffee.
In a way, coffee is the catalyst for so many things that have happened to me. The variety of memories that come with that first deep breath of coffee can take me to a hundred places and revisiting a thousand memories. Forgive me for sounding sappy, but I quite literally have a love affair with coffee. Dark, spicy Sumatran coffees, to be rather specific.
I get some of my best ideas when I'm relaxed, breathing in the warmth of a cup of coffee, it does something to me and whatever that is, I like it. I don't feel at liberty to say it now, but in coming years I'm positive there will be times that I'll betray the confidence that coffee and I share to explain at least a few of the different secrets of my work that's hidden at the bottom of my cup.
This leads to me to wonder, the way I do at times, what exactly triggers this sort of magic for other people. Everyone has something special to them and I'd love to hear more about that sometime, getting into what makes people tick is one thing that really interests me. Anyone who'd like to let me know, please do!
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