Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now

Write a post entirely in the present tense.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us NOW.

As I smell the first coffee of the morning I am reminded of the previous day and of every other day. I am in a routine. This is my life. The routine is the framework of my life. Without it, I don’t think that I can survive. The coffee is the pinnacle of the act of a routine. For me, it signifies everything in a morning – the morning headache, the aching limbs, the over-perfumed shower, the rushing about getting your stuff, hastily leaving the flat without your keys and have to knock to get back in. This is now.

With a coffee in hand as I write this, I smell the nutty aroma of the evil, black liquid that resides within my ‘KEEP CALM AND PLAY ON’ mug. When I drink coffee I relax, unlike some people who “get a high” off it. I don’t understand this idea. Sure – caffeine excites the brain (and whatever) but, for me at least, it’s refreshing.

Coffee in the morning is the morning for me. Some say it’s a bad habit to drink coffee, and indeed any kind of caffeine. I just think that it’s okay to drink some. It hasn’t done any harm so far. I recall someone saying “Coffee reduces your risk of getting Alzheimer’s”. However, with pressure on both sides of the argument, will I continue drinking my seemingly harmless and certainly irresistible coffee? What do I do now?

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Illness and ‘Home Blend’

Drat! I have been taken ill quite recently and have taken my third day off this week! I went back in yesterday and you forget how much work you have to catch up with after missing one day, let alone two (and now three!)!

I woke up at 6.45am this morning again, after having a night of restlessness and breaking out in sweats, and I realised that there is absolutely no point forcing yourself if you’re really ill – so I’m officially off for the day. However I did force myself to wake up at 9am just to make sure I don’t get out of the routine of waking up early. I just dread how much other work I’m going to have to catch up on! I will probably go in tomorrow on the beloved weekend to do so.

So I have to say that today has been quite nice – I have read some more of ‘A Confederacy of Dunces’ by John Kennedy Toole, as well as receiving a gift for all of us in the flat. This gift is a ceramic jar of Starbucks coffee grounds: ‘Medium/Moyenne, House Blend/Mélange Maison‘ as Starbucks put it. I have an unhealthy relationship with coffee. I know I do when I buy or receive a new brand of coffee grounds and smell them. Yes, that’s right. And now I don’t even think it’s for enjoying the smell, but for discerning whether it’s nice coffee or not! Trust me to be so ridiculous!

Now, what will I be doing today. Resting, reading, drawing, working, sleeping, drinking coffee, eating. Seems about the usual then. What really makes me sad however is that my cello isn’t in the flat so I can only play piano today! I wish I was as good at piano as cello, or even just a bit better. However today presents an opportunity for practising piano until my fingers bleed (instant reminder of Lex Luthor in ‘Smallville’). It’s just a shame that I live in a flat with people, because if I lived, say, in a field in the middle of nowhere, with no one, I could practise to death all night.

In the meanwhile, I will leave you with a piece of music that will cheer you up because it sounds so utterly ridiculous – a very fun piece indeed! It’s by French composer Darius Milhaud, and it’s called ‘Le boeuf sur le toit‘. I hope you find it entertaining!

Daily Prompt: Simply the Best

When and where do you do your best thinking? In the bathroom? While running? Just before bed, or first thing in the morning? On the bus? Why do you think that is?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us THE BEST.

 Sorry about this being later than usual – we had a power surge that messed up some things and then I had to go out for another band rehearsal!

So where and when do I do my best thinking?

It has to be said, coffee or tea is often involved. Sometimes I cannot function properly without some kind of caffeine intake, something that I should fix sooner or later. I start to panic if I can’t concentrate properly, and I panic even more if I cannot perform or do anything properly either. The best time for me is probably in the evening, perhaps just after dinner, with a coffee and something else, maybe something sweet or maybe something palette cleansing depending on what I have had to eat. I can’t work or think properly if I have a particularly spicy taste left in my mouth from eating something chilli-packed.

Sometimes however, I work best when I’m rambling on to myself on my bed after I’ve finished reading. When I read I seem to build up to this massive surge of sustained creative (and often hilarious because it lacks coherency of any kind!) ramblings, or a ‘splurge’ as I put it. It just means I start muttering to myself quietly, bits at a time, bits of conversations I’m having in my head that slip out.

Now why do I think that is?

Well I think it’s simply because I am an extremely creative person, and I get it from my mother. I recall having a conversation with her when I was small about how my head was always full of ideas and was never empty (this was, later, to be the reason why I started writing far more stories in my childhood). She said she had always experienced the same thing, and had said that it was a great thing for writing stories and scripts. Indeed she was doing a screenwriting course at the time for her own interest, on top of her job. I think I have experienced a lot of what my mother has – I am very much, as you might say, ‘my mother’s son’. We differentiate on a lot of different levels, however when it comes to thought processes we are very similar most of the time.

I would love to know more people who experience this same thing – where you are constantly full of ideas and sometimes you just have to write them down to get them out of your head. It’s weird how much that reminds me of Sherlock Holmes in the recent BBC series. It actually pains me to think that I could be cutting off people because of my own thoughts. No – I couldn’t be that ‘cluttered in the head’, as someone said once. My mother and I are the only two people I know who have experienced this, admittedly, slighty strange way of thinking. The way to go though is when you can focus all those thoughts down onto paper, or channel them in some other way. That is the best.