November 18, 2015
This may be the shortest blog post in history at least short for me, because these words don’t count toward my 50,000 word goal on NaNo. (Be my writing buddy) I’ve been to Barnes and Noble almost everyday for over a week. The baristas still don’t see me as a regular and haven’t bothered to learn my ‘drink.’ I don’t mean they know what I’ll order before I do, but that they only get it right ½ the time. Venti Earl Grey with room for cream. I like a decent pour of half and half and want to pin the tea bags to the top of the cup, out of the liquid, so they won’t continue to steep. A simple order. Nope, there is little to no room for cream and even less room to stir. I didn’t make them fix it, today.
I started drinking tea because it was the cheapest item on the menu at coffee shops. I needed the space to get away from kids and other distractions and write. I was young and poor and they didn’t offer free wifi at first. When they did I started using my alphasmart to avoid that temptation as well as the urge to edit what I just wrote. Bravery Not Included was written in this Barnes and Noble on that alphasmart. I skipped the tea and wrote in the lounge section they had back then. Once I wrote twenty-five pages in one sitting. Craziness.
I can trace specific scenes to the song playing on the radio when I wrote it, the weather outside, the way I felt that day. Peat, in Rinse and Repeat, often talks about how tired he is. I worked full time, was a full time college student, on the board of three nonprofit organizations, and wrote. Yep, definitely a reflection of life. Some of it is still a sleepy haze.
The current work in progress is Saving Wick. It’ll have a scene involving a fine bottle of scotch, Sam Smith music, and tea.
Does your daily life affect your writing? Does something you read color your day?