This is not done. It’s probably not even good. But it’s been an interesting exercise. But I’ll explain more later. I can tell you only a little about the man and woman before they entered my shop. They both were new, you see, and so much of what I know about them I know onlyContinue reading “Writer’s Notebook: Coffee story (with apologies to Orhan Pamuk)”
“Love.” Woman feeding home cooked treats to her blind dog at a café, Portland, OR, 22 July 2011.
Just a quick post full of links, because apparently, this week I haven’t been the only one with coffee on the brain (and in my cup). The first one I noticed came through one of my subscriptions here in WordPress, over at author Heather Wright’s The Wright Words blog. Nothing in depth or earth-shaking, butContinue reading “Coffee, coffee, and then more coffee”
The aroma of a good, full-bodied dark-roast coffee is, itself, enough to wake the mind.
That subtle buzz in the bloodstream, electricity charging my eyeballs and my stomach warm as a womb…. Good god, I love coffee. Today is National Coffee Break Day! Of course, for me, every day is National Coffee Break Day, but for you caffeine-rookies, here’s your chance to catch up to me. 😯 I’m participating inContinue reading “Small stone #20”
My coffee steams through an open window into the milky gray of the morning fog. I’m participating in the River of Stones project in January. Look for a new post each day. Click the badge at left for more details.
Today, we’re we should have been on our way home from the Netherlands (see the note at the bottom), so I’ll conclude the story of my great-grandfather and return to other writing exercises next week. As with last week’s entry, I’m still working from the basic interview-storytelling exercise I mentioned in the first “Capt. Snoek”Continue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: Capt. Snoek, the elder: Adventures at sea with Ted Snoek’s father (Pt. 2)”
Because we’re in the Netherlands, land of my ancestors, I thought I’d continue the story of my great-grandfather William Karel Snoek, Sr., who left his home in Hoorn, Holland at the age of 12 and took to a life at sea. There is no new exercise this week, though–I’m still working from the basic interview-storytellingContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: Capt. Snoek, the elder: Adventures at sea with Ted Snoek’s father (Pt. 1)”
I mentioned the other day that I would be on vacation for part of April. We’re headed to the Netherlands to revel in the land of my ancestors (my great-grandfather came from Hoorn). I will have Internet access in Amsterdam and elsewhere, but I don’t plan to spend my vacation posting blog updates–I’m supposed toContinue reading “On the road again”
I thought I’d try my hand at some non-fiction this week, though I confess this is not my forte. For the reason I’ve engaged this genre–and, as always, for the exercise itself–see below. I come from a line of seamen. My father, and my father’s father, and my father’s father’s father-in-law, all were captains ofContinue reading “A Writer’s Notebook: The salty but true story of the origins of one Capt. Ted Snoek”