I have had very few addictions in my life. I have been addicted to cigarettes and I have been addicted to coffee. Yes, I know that they are nicotine and caffeine (respectively), but these are the forms in which most people are familiar. I smoked for years. But I did manage to quit, cold-turkey about 9 years ago. I am quite proud of that accomplishment. But coffee….that’s a different addiction. I’m a bit of a snob about coffee, but when I really want it, I’m not picky.
I’m not a real big soda drinker, so my principle manner for caffeine consumption is coffee – and to a lesser extent: tea. I drink coffee nearly every day. I like to drink tea when I’m writing. You wouldn’t believe the copious amounts of tea I consumed while writing Grenheim’s Thorn. Seeing that mug on my desk was one of my signals to the missus that I was writing. The other signal being a well-worn straw hat. Don’t laugh, my office used to face a window and the sun would get in my eyes.
I have been drinking coffee for years. I love the stuff. Give me a medium roast, early in the morning, and I’m ready to work. Hell, I’m sipping coffee as I write this. Where would I be without coffee? Where would anyone be without it? I can tell you that if I wasn’t able to drink coffee that I get a big….testy. Some might say that I become a tad, annoyed. I’m certain that there are some people who would say that I, sans-coffee, can be outright unpleasant.
So now here, I sit, coffee adjacent, wondering if I should post up a short story? Does anyone have an opinion on the matter?