It is a rare Sunday visit to Peet’s, a coffee shop in the town where I live. Only one of the regulars that I have become used to seeing on my more common weekday morning visits is here. I have known of Peet’s since my days back in college in a much earlier life.
Then I could not really afford to be a regular. Now I make it a point to treat myself whether or not I can really justify the extra money at this point. Sometimes it is not just about the coffee. This has become a place to unwind, and a place of respite. And I know I am a regular because the baristas know my name and what I usually order, and at times they have it ready for me before I get to the counter to pay..
This is the first time I have tried to write a post for this or any of my other blogs out in the elements away from my normal haunts. This certainly is not my normal writing environment. I am typing on my Smartphone, something I have not tried much before. It is pretty easy with my Blackberry 10. It completes words for me whether I type the correct keys or not. And that has become an important feature on this phone since a neurological ailment has left me with a slight tremor.
Writing has become more important in my life in recent months. It is partly therapy. It is partly feeling a need to create something someone else may want to read. But, it is not what I thought I would be doing at this stage of my life.
I have had people comment on the other blogs I write. Those are about specific topics, and it was good to find out my other blogs had an audience for their unique topics. But this one is personal. This is just me writing what I have done in my life, or about the people who have touched my life. A friend told me recently that I was a good writer. She herself is a writer and a pretty good one. Her opinion is important to me.
Lots of things used to keep me awake at night. Some of those things still do keep me awake now. But now writing has become something that also keeps me awake. What to write. How to write those things I think of. Reworking things I have already written. At times I wish I could get up and actually do some writing when I wake up at two in the morning. It might help calm down my thoughts. Sleep eventually overtakes me. Maybe someday I will dream of or a solution for the things I am trying to work out. It used to happen when I was still working.
Memory is the Key 