I know that I was poking fun at brevity in a recent post, but here I go. I've been reading way too much on the history of coffee, so this was just a way of letting of some mind steam. The History of coffee on the back of packet of Equal In Ethiopia it was... Continue Reading →
I review ten great coffee loving authors
If these ten authors were my customers at my coffee house I can imagine having coffee without writing. I cannot imagine writing without coffee in me or at least nearby. In the evenings, I often sit with a mug nearby with no intention of drinking it. It helps me write just to have it nearby.... Continue Reading →
Coffee and writing
Some writing with your coffee? It is not yet seven a.m. on Sunday morning. And I have been up for close to ninety minutes. This is my schedule. I have come to the conclusion that sleeping in is overrated. This is my day off and one hears a lot about how others relish the chance... Continue Reading →
Searching for the perfect cup of coffee.
The search is on It is seven a.m. in Columbus Ohio. I am strolling with intent through a gentrifying neighborhood towards my first cup of coffee of the day. My oldest son is still asleep a few blocks away. I am in town to visit him. A few days ago, I texted... Continue Reading →
How well do know yourself?
"It is odd to realize how little we know ourselves." -Oscar Wilde "What is sometimes simply needed is just a gap of pure time, an insulating period, between the making of your art and the time your share it with others." - Art & Fear -Observations on the Perils and Rewards of Art Making ... Continue Reading →
Coffee and writing
It is nearly 7 a.m. on this Sunday morning. I have been up for close to ninety minutes. This is my schedule. I have come to the conclusion that sleeping in is overrated. This is my day off and one hears a lot about how others relish the chance to “sleep in” on their off... Continue Reading →
What to do with Tripio?
There it sits a few feet away. In book form. A book. My book. What to do with it? The box actually arrived three days ago. I knew what was in the box and opened it with a kitchen knife. My first thought was that Tripio is bigger and thicker than I thought, than I... Continue Reading →
I couldn’t give it away-Part 2
“Here goes.” I stepped down from the small but elevated stage at Indy Reads Books with copies of Tripio in hand and headed for the shelves. The store closed in ten minutes and I had decided to give my novel away. No matter that it had been born in a series of journals I kept... Continue Reading →
The heart and soul of Tripio
Yesterday when my son came home from work he announced he was moving back out of the house. It was only a matter of time. He had lived away at Purdue for four years and has quite a good job and a nice new car. Still, I was in no hurry to see him go,... Continue Reading →