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Coffee

I bought a coffee pot today. It was a necessary purchase. You see, yesterday morning I spooned in the coffee, poured in the water, turned the pot on—the little light turned green—but nothing happened. No coffee. This is enough to induce pandemonium in my life. I really can’t live without the dark brew. I fully confess that I am an addict. There have been times in my life where I would have mainlined the stuff if I could have.

I drink it with milk, I drink frou frou coffee. I drink it black. I have been known to wake up in the morning and drink two day old coffee because I can’t wait for a new pot brew before my first cup. But I swear that’s as far as I go. I do have some dignity. And yes, that means one day old coffee is common. If you make a new pot in the afternoon, are you just going to dump all that perfectly good coffee the next morning? Are you getting the idea? I’m a bit of a coffee gourmand. Okay, I admit, D1 and I call it something a little more base but you might not share my sense of humor.

My mother, bless her soul, believed coffee would calm an active child and yes, she put coffee in my bottle. I’ve been an addict for many, many years.

Yesterday, I heated water in the microwave and stood at the coffeepot pouring the hot water slowly over the grounds. Slowly because, you know, it has to mix. Believe it or not, it was a decent pot of coffee. Not that it matters much with me.

So today I went out and bought a coffee pot. My second to last coffee pot was a decent machine. It had a stainless steel pot that was necessary because at the time D4 decided to make grandma coffee and dropped the prior pot in the sink. (I’d had prior pot for two years.) But no more glass, thank you. I paid a lot for that machine. It lasted 9 months. The last machine I bought just before Christmas. It was on sale. Twenty bucks. It lasted less than four months.

Today at Target, after I salivated over the deluxe machines, I compared the cheaper models. They had a coffee pot for eight dollars. Yes, eight dollars. What kind of coffee does an eight dollar machine make?

Theoretically, they all work the same right? And after plunking down another eight hundred dollars toward my dentist’s children’s college education, I’m feeling a bit of skinflint, okay? Even more than usual. The pot is glass, but I’ve been transferring the brewed coffee to my nifty stainless steel pot anyway. (It stays hot and tastes better longer) The biggest problem I had with it was it was white. I don’t know why I hate white coffee makers. Maybe it’s something in my childhood I’m suppressing, or maybe it’s because I hate coffee stains, but either way, I hate white coffee makers. And eight dollars? Something must be wrong with it, right?

I’ll let you know. Yes, I bought it. It seemed wrong somehow…. like I should have to pay more for my addiction. But I figure, if you follow the curve, this coffee pot will last about 3 months, tops and then we’ll revisit the issue.

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Addiction

I don’t make resolutions. My theory has always been if you’re going to do it, just do it and don’t say you’re going to. But I thought perhaps if I put my goal out here, it would help me to reach it. Nothing like a little pressure to keep you going. So here it is: I’m planning to finish this draft by the end of January. It means I’m going to have to write 2000 word a day, but that’s not undo-able, you know?

I’ve also started editing one of SO’s manuscripts, with another in the wings. That will add to the pressure. To reach my editing goal (and dangle the manuscript under the editors noses in time to fulfill SO’s contract ) I’m needing to edit 50 pages a day. Because of the strange way my brain works, adding the editing to my writing has actually inspired me to write more instead of despairing about having too much to do. Perhaps I work best under pressure, I don’t know. I do know, I’ve written 1500 words today so far and made notes for the next 10 chapters and I’ve edited 40 pages. So what am I doing here? I’m taking a short break. And of course what to do while taking a break from writing? Why write on your blog of course. It’s an incurable addiction, really it is.

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