Coffee Log, Day 348


Coffee: Locomotive Blend, PennyCup Coffee

For the past couple weeks, I’ve been waking up a little early, hopping in the shower, and sitting down in the dining room to have my coffee and breakfast before work. It’s an extension of the weekend habits I’ve been forming. It helps keep me calm.

Creativity is a strange thing. Some days, if I don’t write before noon it’s ‘good luck’ if I write at all. Other days it’s the opposite – I can’t pull any ideas out until close to midnight. Yesterday, I got up at 5:30 and milled around for six hours trying to finish a chapter. Then I got groceries and ate lunch and spent another four trying the same. It was only after I was tired and drunk and pulling out my hair that I got something down. If anyone tells you that you’re the mind’s master, they’re really downplaying a fraught and dysfunctional relationship.

The sun’s rising now. It’s blued up the trees, breaking bread with the branches. I’ll be off to work soon and these two hours will feel like they happened to someone else. But there’s always tomorrow. I’m lucky enough to have all the tools to carve out this time.

Novel Count: 20,073

Currently Reading: Killing Commendatore, Haruki Murakami

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The streets are empty and quiet this early in the morning and I can hear my own footsteps as they fall.

Uzodinma Iweala, Speak No Evil: A Novel

Coffee Log, Day 105


Coffee: Cafe Pajaro Extra Dark Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand

I got up at 5:30am. I’m working toward 5:00, I need the time, the end of the day gets wasted. Anyway…

At 5:30am I took a walk around the apartments. It was black-blue. There were a few dog-walkers. A couple was crushing on their car. Most of all, I noticed the birds. They were louder than a Gregorian chant. I walked slow so I could listen.

Different birds sung different notes, some of them were talking to each other, there was a fuzzy underbelly of the one-offers, the chirpers, then a middle confusion, then the high clean wonderful sun-blessed compositions. Glad I got to hear them. Surprised they didn’t wake me up through the walls.

Later, on the way to work, a fly was my passenger. I don’t know how or when it got in the car but it rode with me to the bank. It was good to have the company.

Currently Reading:
Americanah, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

The Way of Kings, Brandon Sanderson

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“The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.” – Willie Nelson