Coffee Log, Day 9


Coffee: Guatemalan Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s

I belong in Seattle, or at least it’s reputation. It’s been gray cloudy days for a while and I couldn’t be happier. There’s a playground in the apartment complex. I’ve got a view of it from my bedroom. The bright colors are so much brighter in the rain.

I’ve been working on a short story. It’s the first prose I’ve written since my novel. The novel took two years from me. It’s strange to write something else. First dates: all magic, a bit of fear. I’ll be submitting the story to contests/journals so it’ll be awhile before you see it up here, but stay tuned – I’ve got some things cooking. More content, etc etc.

Currently Reading:
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri (It’s good but I’m having trouble getting engaged, I’ll push through soon)

“My time on Okinawa was a challenging one. I never took to the oppressive humidity, the relentless typhoons, the many and prolonged absences of my husband that his job had entailed. Yet, somewhere in the middle of it all, a child was born.” – Mandy Bartok, ‘Okinawa – always worth returning to,’ published digitally for The Japan Times


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