You came here to write. Just write. This place is usually quiet. And it’s by the lake so its only normal, you come here. But it’s different this morning.
Something’s off.The cute waiter is not there. He usually gives you an extra doughnut. You sip your coffee, not really tasting it.
Writers drink coffee, so you have learnt how to drink it. Even though you are a tea person. No one understands writers. The struggle. Stringing words together. You suppose writing is not that difficult for some. Surely, there are non-coffee drinking writers out there. Who just write. Maybe one day you will meet one. The new waiter brings you your doughnut. There’s an extra one. You look at it and smile up at him. He smiles back. You take out your notebook. Maybe, today will be the day you start writing. Maybe, you’d write about his cute smile. Maybe not. Too cliche.
You catch a glimpse of the book in your bag. What’s that thing that they say? “The best readers make the best writers?” or something like that. What do they know about writing? Sometimes when people read so much, they think they can give advice to writers.
Writers are special, all we need is a cup of coffee, a lakeside view and some quiet. Definitely some quiet. Today isn’t the day. You get up to go home. You will come back tomorrow when the place is quiet to begin the serious business of writing.
Chocolate, Cupcakes & Kola 