pirate witchGood morning darklings.  Coffee is on my mind this morning, as it is most mornings.  I know not everyone has this addiction.  Some people have to have orange juice or soda first thing.  For me, coffee is a staple throughout the day.  Nothing else goes as well with a cigarette as I sit at my computer and ponder what’s going to end up on a page.  Or while I read someone else’s work and delve into a world created by, sometimes, one of my friends.

But what my point is here is that I miss my coffee pot.  I have gone into the world of Kuerig and the coffee just isn’t the same.  For some reason it’s just not the creamy, aromatic cup of indulgence that I remember coffee to be.  My muse just doesn’t wake up the same way.  There’s a bitterness that’s distracting and I don’t think my muse likes it very much.  It seems to linger and make her fuzzy.

So what do I do?  I’ve tried filtered water, bottled water, cold water and warmer water.  I must have a cup beside me.  Just its presence is reassuring and creativity comes to a standstill without it.  That sounds like a cop-out, I know, but nonetheless it’s still true.  Anyway, I guess I’ll just have to find a way to work through it.  Or maybe buy one of those mini coffee pots so I have the option.  It is really sad sometimes what we’ll do to get our muses to give us slivers of that drug writers call inspiration.