Let’s go get a cup of coffee. And your entire life changes.
That’s one of the reasons I’m addicted to writing, and it is an addiction. I’m in a rather introspective mood this morning as I get ready to send off my brand-new, shiny graphic novel to my new editor, both confident and not. And I’m sorry, but your going to bear the brunt of my mood, which is a conglomeration of about a months worth of unrelated experiences. But back to the coffee and how it relates to my work/life.
Let’s go get a cup of coffee . . . and your entire life changes. That’s what I like about writing. It’s that unexpected cup of coffee that pops onto the page and adds a love interest, puts a character in the path of an oncoming taxi, or out of the way of one. An unplanned shift of fate that turns ones face from the west to the east, and from that shift, an entire bag of sparkly jewels of choice and thought come pouring out. As a writer, I can pick up which ones I want to string upon my beaded chain of story. As a person, I can do the same, though it takes a lot more guts. Trust, almost, that whatever happens, there will be more jewels to choose from, be they polished or rough.
So go for a cup of coffee, look for the jewels, the diamonds in the rough, and pick out the ones that call to you for their beauty or their ugly misshapen glory, and string them on your thread.
But first . . . you have to go for a cup of coffee.