Coffee is one of my favorite words.
Coffee in the morning
Coffee with lunch
Coffee in the afternoon
Coffee in the evening
Coffee with friends, writing in a café
Coffee in the library on special occasions
Coffee on Vacation in the thermos, in the restaurant, from
the gas station in a plastic cup, coffee in a mug that fits the cup holder in
the truck pouring it out for my husband who is driving, the thermos opened late
at night as the children sleep in the car as we drive all night to grandma and
grandpa’s house
Coffee on Saturday morning in a thermos and in our cup
holders even though we’ll be getting more coffee at the restaurant.
Coffee in the truck as my husband drives and I watch the
scenery, jotting down names and ideas in my notebook as each of us are lost in
our own thoughts
Coffee at my desk while I write this
Coffee during National Novel Writing Month in my special
writing mug (I have several) early in the morning or in the evening to finish
my word count
Coffee offered at a friend’s house
Coffee at a business meeting
Coffee at my church – we get to take our cups and pastries
up into service because we are trusted to clean up after ourselves
Coffee at a family get together (I can’t be trusted with
beer)
Coffee at the writers group discussing tips and our projects
and writing in general feeling great that we are not the only ones
Coffee at the library at a writing workshop because everyone
knows writers need coffee
Coffee in the pastor’s office having a serious discussion
Coffee in a Bible study, drunk freely, knowing I can go back
for a second cup
Coffee at my Aunt Vi’s house with lots of milk and sugar – I’m
seven and feeling very grown up
Coffee perking on my mom’s stove
Coffee boiling on the camp stove with my dad watching over
it and his quiet words, “Coffee’s done” as my mom leaves the camper quietly
Coffee wedded to the memories of sleeping in on a cold
morning
Coffee at the gas station on the way to work feeling like part of normal
society
Coffee experiments at the coffee shop in town where I was a
barista for a few months learning to be a coffee snob
Coffee ground fresh because I had some extra money to
splurge
Coffee in the drip pot every morning for my husband
Coffee in the French press because I can create new tastes
with it
Coffee from the Keurig, a new luxury that I now couldn’t
live without
Coffee, cold pressed, in the back frig waiting to become a Frappuccino
Coffee in the coffee shop alone with my words
Coffee in the online catalogues, a dangerous place for me to
be
Coffee specialties sent in boxes to me at Christmas time
Coffee and writing go together. I know I could drink tea, or
juice, or just water, but coffee creates the reality that I am really really a
working writer.
I like that.
October 3 – COFFEE – 31 Days of Writing about Writing
#31days2022
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