Just before sunrise…

It’s early morning here. I have River sleeping by my feet and a cup of coffee at my elbow. Hubby is still in bed and Ocean is keeping him (her favourite human) company in the bedroom. There isn’t a sound in the house.

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I love this time of day. I’m tired, because it’s the weekend and I want to go back to bed but it’s just delicious to be up before the world wakes up, when even the birds are sleeping.

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I love reading and writing in the morning. It feels so peaceful and like I’ve stolen a chunk of the day away. In the early morning, my thoughts are loud. It’s easy to capture them and put them on paper.

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Thanks so much for sharing it with me!

Ode to a Saturday morning

Ahhh Saturday mornings. There is something simply delicious about them. The entire weekend is ahead, full of possibilities. I have a big cup of coffee in my hand. I’m typing away and my dogs are softly snoring at my feet. It’s the highlight of my week.

The house is dead quiet. My hubby is still in bed and the dogs, having had their breakfast and short little romp outside, are sleeping at my feet. The only sound around is the clicking of the keys on my laptop. It’s so peaceful.

There’s snow outside, and cold weather and ice and who knows what else. But, right now, nothing negative appears on my radar. It’s just me, my cup of coffee and my little blog. What a delicious morning.

Thanks for being a part of it with me!

Where I ramble about my coffee shop

I have some time away from work and I’ve indulged myself today. I’m at the coffee shop in the town near our home and it’s just so lovely to sit here, sip away at my coffee while the soft chatter of other patrons rambles on.

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There’s something so friendly about coffee shops. The atmosphere is relaxed, there’s the scent of coffee everywhere and some soft music in the background. Just lovely.

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My hubby is coming and he’ll want to do things but, for right now, I can indulge in just sitting, sipping coffee and writing. Hm…

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This particular coffee shop is filled with funny, quirky little characters who never seem to leave. There’s a young man who talks incessantly to anyone who sits near him. There’s an odd, elderly woman who always comes in to do the daily crossword and gets upset if anyone else takes her seat. There’s a ragged man who refuses to listen to the sign at the window and comes in every day to use the bathroom but never gets a drink. And there are always a couple of teens laughing and tapping on their phones. They’re trying to look sophisticated and worldly but fail miserably when they sneak a look around to see who’s watching.

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The food isn’t particularly very good here or cheap but no one cares. The gift of the place is the massive windows dominating one side of the store that face downtown and let people sit by to dream, read, write or chat. There’s a fireplace at the end, but no one really sits there. Instead, everyone wants the seats by the ceiling-to-floor windows. The shop inhabitants often sit nearby and when those seats become available they pounce, moving with impressive speed.

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The lady who serves the coffee is Tori. She’s been here for years and years and knows everyone. The pay isn’t great in this place, but Tori doesn’t care. Like most of the patrons, she loves to chat. Talking to her is like getting the local version of Entertainment Tonight.

Oh, here’s the washroom-using-man. Right on time. 😀

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(credit: Natural Health 365)

 

If we were having coffee…

If we were having coffee I’d ask you what you did for New Years and if you have already seen the Mariah Carey fiasco where she storms off the stage.

I’d ask you if you made any New Year’s resolutions and what they are. Personally, I never make them because I tend to break them faster than I can say them. But I do have the intention of writing…just what is up in the air. And to exercise more. That’s always important.

Then again, you might still be recuperating from the festivities of the past few days, and the last thing you want to do is chat.

What about that cup of coffee? It does wonders for my headaches 🙂

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Note: If we were having coffee is a meme from Part Time Monster.

If we were having coffee…

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that my dogs are nuts.

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We’ve made them this specially constructed dog house complete with every thing from shingles to extra room, to special floor so that they’re warm and they insist on ignoring it. Instead, they lay on the snow, rolling around in the stuff until they’re covered with it.

We’ve bought them all sorts of doggie toys and placed them strategically around the yard, even going as far as to attach a doggie rope to the fence for easier chewing but do they use them? Nope. They’d much rather chew on our deck.

Finally, we insist on giving them good quality dog food, mixed with chicken broth and other treats to warm up their bellies in winter. But, in complete defiance to all reason and nutritional advice, they insist on eating dirt from our plants.

About this point in time, I’d probably realize you haven’t blinked it two minutes and try to change the subject to something more appropriate for coffee.

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(credit: her campus)

How are you? How are things with you and your delightful little pet bird? I bet he eats his seeds without issues.

 

(Weekend Coffee Share is a meme from Part Time Monster)

It’s so good to be home!

I’m such a home body. It’s something that’s never been as clear to me as during this one day away from home. I missed my home terribly. I missed my dogs, my hubby and the lovely conveniences of having TV, internet and a phone.

This retreat was like entering a different time period. The entire building was massive, set in a place among 150 acres of forest with lakes and trails that were beautiful if you’re a squirrel and want to leg it.

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The place was as quiet as a tomb and incredibly laberinth-like. There were stairs and twisted corridors everywhere. No matter which you took, it turned and ended up in a different area of the building. I got lost more times than I can count.

The rooms were microscopic…and filled with dead flies. The staff was just as minuscule consisting only of about 4 people. They did everything from cooking to welcoming us to telling us the rules of the place. No outside shoes. Everyone had to go around in slippers.

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The food was great…except for the coffee cups. They were the size of thimbles and I just about had it. In an act of unparalleled rebellion, I seized one of their cereal bowls and used it for coffee. People stared…but I couldn’t have cared less. In the mornings, I need coffee.

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We did a lot of ‘circles’ where we sat and listened to our ‘leaders’ tell us how to work better. I tried to be a good listener and appreciate what they were saying but it was hard and, with each passing hour, it got harder. By the second day, I wasn’t the only one dissociating. I counted 7 heads nodding while the last speaker rambled on.

The group leader only had to say that it was time to go before I was gone. I was the first out of the building and the first car out of the lot. I came home relishing loud music on the radio, shouting it out as I drove.

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My doggies were thrilled to see me and my hubby even had flowers waiting.

dog-puppy-labrador-retriever-flowers-rosesIt’s so nice to be home!

What have I missed? What are you guys up to?

 

On writing contests

I’ve entered writing contests…and wonder about the entire process.

It turns out, the judges are not paid. They’re volunteers who can be anyone from an editor to a reader–at times not even a reader of your genre. The entire process can be really biased.

At the same time, for a very small fee, you get several readers who will tell you honestly what they think of your writing–with a breakdown. It’s incredibly valuable.

If you’re considering entering one or are simply curious, check out this amazing post by a judge herself, Fae RowenShe also wrote this other one on the same subject: Writing contests: heaven or hell.

If you have entered and your head is still spinning from a nasty comment, you can check out this insightful post by Inky Tavern on reviews and how biased they are. Though her post isn’t about contests, the concept applies to contests just as well.

If you’ve never heard of them, here’s the biggest one of them all: The Golden Heart Award by RWA and a little one I entered in Canada: The Romance Writers of Toronto: The Catherine Contest.

Coffee and writing

Coffee and writing go hand in hand. I certainly love a hot cup when I start typing away.

Turns out, I’m not alone. This post rounded up a group of famous quotes about this exact point from famous writers. Everyone from Albert Camus to Louisa May Alcott is in there. A big thank you to Writers Write for that great post!

 

How about you? Do you reach for a cup when you sit to write? It’s early morning here, so I’m hoping you have a nice full one. I certainly do. 🙂

Sunday Silence

No one is up but me and the birds. My hubby is bed, the dogs are asleep on the floor and the house is so quiet. We live in the country, so the only thing I hear outside are birds. I’m typing and drinking coffee and just at peace with the world.

I love moments like this. It’s early morning and the sun is only starting to get up. The day is full of possibilities.

Better still, my cup of coffee is almost full.