It’s not about the coffee, really. More on the importance of having something that gets me started. Do I like coffee that much? Well, this morning in my department at university (where I work) one of the lecturers was making himself a coffee in the staff kitchen. By making a coffee I mean he was manually grinding the coffee beans and then mixing them with the hot water with one of those fancy paper filters. It took him like fifteen minutes (just for a cup of coffee, we are talking here, a Canadian-size one, but one nonetheless). And yes, it smelled wonderfully, in case that you are wondering.
I drink cheap coffee that I buy on offer (and in bulk) in one of those bargain stores. I think if we’re talking about a true coffee lover he is your guy, not my lazy (poor) self.
But. I need coffee to write. The bitterness of its flavour. The way it kicks your mind and gives you a boost of energy. Perhaps I’ve just associated it to the act of writing the same way others associate alcohol, cigarettes, tea, chocolate… Also, I have to confess, coffee helps when I wake up at five in the morning and I walk, like a zombie, towards my writing desk. I’m always slightly nauseated when I wake up so early. The reason I keep doing it (in case you’re worrying about my health and my masochist tendencies) is because I am ten times more productive at that hour. To be exact, I start being a productive writer at five fifteen, when I have finally managed to make myself a cup of that delicious medium roasted cheap instant coffee.
This works for me. What is that works for you? Do we have other coffee lovers in the room? I’d love to hear!
This illustration is part of a collection I’m doing for Inktober 2017. My personal theme is This Writing Life. I’m also selling the originals, just for £20 the piece! You like this one? Contact me and you shall have it, soon and easy. 😀