This is my first offering to a Weekend Coffee Share
group hosted by Eclectic Ally.
From this same page, you could add your own over-coffee thoughts.
As any good coffee share should work, be sure to “listen well” to what others have shared by clicking on their links. There are some wonderful folks and excellent quick reads here. So, come on. Let’s chat some over a virtual cup of tea or coffee.
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It’s such an provocative idea; sitting down someplace comfy with friends to talk about writing, or whatever, over tea or coffee. I can see it all. We would kick back and repeat how much we love this place.
Javier, always arrives early to save our favorite three couches. Before us are the two ceiling-high bookshelves of dusty old Reader’s Digest volumes that always look more distinguished than any of the digested stories actually deserve. Yet there they are, setting a tone of gentle literacy and themselves book-ending the wide fireplace hearth that that that stretches the full length of a coffee table where we can put our feet up and bathe in the heat and fellowship. Margaret, the shop owner, even encourages Jeri to bring, Timex, her aged shepard watch dog, so he can lie near both us and the warm fire.
Other groups of friends are nearby, gently enjoying their conversations and the ambient quiet. But the music-free dining room locals tolerate our Kathy’s disproportionate outbursts of laughter whenever something strikes her as funny and Saul’s out of context, but hysterical dead-pan comebacks that reduces us all to near tears of laughter. Margaret, loves us despite our disruptions and frequently stops by to ask us to sample some new scone recipe she’s trying.
The air is always heavy with the scent of coffee, warm pastries and a secret orange and spice tea that we know is the real reason the Starbucks two blocks away finally closed. Ummm, I do love that smell.
Our discussions are always respectfully deep as to draw out unspoken ideas that need fresh air and a dose of careless handling to properly polish, mature and develop. You guys somehow know how to keep me excruciatingly honest about my own writing without leaving actual scars.
But of course, this is all just an image – word candy for those hooked on reading and lacking anything more substantial, might actually read one of those homogenized Reader Digest stories. In real life, I might fret about fitting into such a group. I used to be more social and able to enjoy such settings. Now, it’s almost as if I’m afraid of being known both for my stories and in person. What if you liked the former, but not really the latter? A virtual page of words between us can be such safe insulation.
When asked by some of my more piercing friends about spending more time together, I’ve confessed that I’m a much better virtual friend than a live, face-to-face friend. Small talk can be so frustrating for we who prefer to word-smith our trains of thought before hitting submit.
But it is so tempting to join with other writers who are managing similar challenges to my own. I might fret as I tried to tell you about how my humorous autobiographical story collection is going.
You know, there is a similar coffee shop near-by, just past the freeway underpass. Want to meet tomorrow, around 9am?