I want to write like Robert Frost, while I hold a mug. For all the world to admire and analyze my words. Words born of moments. Moments of solitude, of cherishing love. Love reminds me of coffee.
Sitting wrapped in the mountains, waking from the morning while I sip a fresh brew. I aspire to imagine like Beatrix Potter, sometimes I get a taste…a taste of coffee reminding me of an energizing spirit and happy clothed animals.
I have made improvements on CS Lewis. Oh yes, that is true. Because when he said, “You can never get a cup of tea big enough or a book long enough to suit me,” he must have meant coffee. I would never make a typo like that.
I want to write like the great authors of old, to publish books, sign copies, change the world through my words. It is my dream, my passion, my love. Writing is the art of my mind, my breath, my heartbeat. I love to put pen to paper….but even more, I love to drink coffee.