Maybe calling it “killer” coffee is a bit melodramatic but the coffee did attack. It more than likely wasn’t hot anymore because the man had been sitting at the table with it before I got there and we had been sitting there for quite some time before it happened.
But what happened??
He accidentally spilled his coffee.
Why is this important?
Because he’s writing a book… long-hand.
He spilled coffee on his paper! Luckily it didn’t really get on his writing. It looks like it only colored the top part of the paper that had today’s date and some other info on it. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve sat next to him at Starbucks. Both of us writing away, me with electronic gadgets, him with his paper and pencil. Not even with a pen; he uses a pencil. Yes, this is an older gentleman. His name is Mike. He comes from a time when boys were raised to be gentlemen. He even called me Miss. Anyone younger would’ve called me Ma’am. Shudder. Oh the horror. Ma’am makes me feel so old. He’s a very nice man and I enjoy sitting by him when I go to Starbucks. It’s interesting to see how his writing’s going. If his creativity isn’t cooperating, he writes letters to people instead. His handwriting is very neat and precise. Not the kind of writing you see nowadays. His friend usually joins him. Occasionally if my work is lagging I’ll eavesdrop or even talk directly to them. Mike and Gary. Nice men.
Spilling coffee on your papers. How often have writers done that. Now the risk is spilling coffee on your laptop or iPad or whatever but whatever. I can look at one of my notebooks for one of my novels and pick out food and coffee stains. It seems to be an integral part of the writing process. I told him he needed to save the paper to show people in the future so they could see what the writing process looks like – garnished with food and marinated in coffee.
Good times. Very good times.