writing, drawing

I have stumbled upon a coffee combination that is about the best I’ve had in years, though it would be difficult to duplicate. I got a half-pound of dark French roast beans when we were in St. Augustine, and this morning combined them with some Kintamani “Full City Roast” that Gay brought home from the market yesterday, and the result is remarkable! If you like your coffee strong enough to make your brain vibrate like a gong.

I’m a little beverage-conflicted, though, since (having finished an unsatisfying Elmore Leonard novel) I’ve picked up a series of Tea Shop mysteries, which a bookseller sent me, knowing I love tea. I started The Darjeeling Murders yesterday, and am enjoying the light touch.

Today I’m going to “attend” a science fiction convention in Long Island via Skype. (They asked me to be GoH some time ago, and I declined because I wasn’t feeling well. That excuse doesn’t work anymore, in this brave new cybernetic world. They’ll bring a convention to your deathbed and have a Last Words panel . . . )

But first I go off to paint a naked person, who I sincerely hope will be an attractive young lady, but will probably be a wrinkled old man with attitude. A much more interesting artistic challenge, of course.

Wonderful day writing yesterday, four pages that came easily and still seem good this morning. Passed the hundredth page of the new novel, a comforting milestone.

Joe

Joe