Coffeegasm

Coffeegasm

Coffeegasm

Last week, my girlfriend gave me a refrigerator magnet with the definition for Coffeegasm written on it. I had never heard the word before, nor the meaning. Still, I loved the gift. Without a doubt, it’s me.

The definition reads.
Coffeegasm {noun}: that little rush you feel after the first sip of good, strong coffee.

CoffeegasmIt’s not a real word but so what. It’s an accurate depiction of what I feel when I take that first sip of coffee. In many of my novels, most especially in my Mona Bendarova series and first introduced in ‘The Taste of Honey,’ the main character Mona wakes up each day and almost immediately seeks that first sip of the day, relishing its flavor and feeling the warmth spread throughout her body. There is a lot of me in this character, as well in the other main character, Charles. Avril in ‘The Trafficking Consortium’ also loves her first sip of the day.

Understanding

Why do I like coffee so much? That’s a good question. It’s not like I grew up drinking it. In fact, my first cup was as an adult, working at my second full-time job. It was not a career job, but just a means to support myself while I stretched for my goals in life. That first cup was dark, black and with a lot of sugar. Looking back at those days, I can’t stand to think that is how I used to drink it. But what it did was get me to drink coffee regularly.

I suppose two things prompted me to try it back in the day. The first was the job. It involved long twelve-hour days, working the whole time on my feet, running around, putting in thousands of steps each day. I can’t even fathom how many miles I put in each of those days. Then one day, on a short break, I looked at the community pot of coffee and said, “Hmmm, let’s try it.”

The second thing enticing me to try it was my father. For as long as I knew him, Dad drank coffee every day. I even remember how he would order it from a street vendor in NYC or at home, or anywhere we would go to a restaurant; hot, extra sweet, extra light. Yuck! Was there even coffee in that cup?

Eventually, I dropped the sugar from my introduction to coffee and drank it hot and black. No doctoring it for me. I even liked the dark roasts and eventually tried my hand at espresso. For decades that’s how I drank my coffee, hot and black. Drinking it iced sounded revolting. Even in the hottest of summers, I drank it hot and black, enjoying that first sip and a coffeegasm.

Changes

Vanilla Latte, coffeegasmThat all changed when I found myself divorced and single, on the hunt for a new relationship. I don’t know what people do to meet someone for the first time, but I would meet her at a coffee shop and go from there. Oh my, what an adventure I started, but much of that is for another time. What I did was order a sugar-free vanilla latte. I was hooked.

For those that don’t know that’s an espresso with a shot of sugar-free vanilla syrup and lots of steamed milk. What an amazing taste. I’ve been hooked ever since that day. I literally had a coffeegasm.

is coffee better than sexWhich brings me to the question, is coffee better than sex? Hmmm, that’s a tough one. I love and need both. Both are an orgasm of sorts. Am I addicted to coffee? Am I addicted to sex? Those that know me maybe yes to both. I don’t know. Perhaps the answer to that question is, can I do without either? I choose not to answer that question. Do I prefer one over the other? Again, the same answer.

Now, years later, much to the chagrin of my girlfriend I drank it that way, though not always using espresso. My girlfriend drinks it hot and black and teases me incessantly about adding vanilla and milk.

Amendments

I don’t like the strong dark roasts anymore, instead preferring the lighter roasts. I get that same flavor I love, the coffeegasm from that first sip of the day, and without upsetting my stomach. Yes, strong, dark roasts give me agita (a Yiddish word for an upset stomach.)

I must go, coffee is calling

So maybe for me, I should amend the definition of coffeegasm to read:

Coffeegasm {noun}: that little rush you feel after the first sip of a good vanilla latte.

What do you think? Do you share your own passion for experiencing a coffeegasm? Let me know what you think. I’m always interested.

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Marketing and Self-Publishing

Everything is possible, nothing is impossible, it's all in the attitude

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to writing and marketing my books. I’ll tell you; I much prefer writing over marketing. As an independent publisher, I have to split my valuable time between the two. It seems that at most times, the split is not even. Rather, the nod goes to marketing rather than writing.

Everything is possible, nothing is impossible, it's all in the attitude
Changing the word impossible to possible.

Which is a curse in its own way. The best marketing tool is good inventory, though the definition of good, in this case, is broad. Spending much of my valuable time in marketing is, in some ways, an evil. A necessary evil, but an evil nonetheless.

For the average reader and customer of books, I know you don’t necessarily care about this topic, but believe me, it is the bane of most writers, even those that have made it in this competitive world. Regardless of how we market, we all do. Whether we do book signings at the behest of our publishers or spend a few minutes a day following up with our social media drills and the like, it takes time away from our real passions, writing the next great novel.

So, if there are any publishing house out there interested in exclusive rights, let’s talk. I’m open to ideas.

In the meantime, I’m going to drink another cup of coffee and muddle on. I have some ideas for my next novel. Have a great day and a better tomorrow.
Rich

I feel fortunate

Clash of the Titans

I feel fortunate

That’s right. I feel fortunate and incredibly lucky. Two days ago, my area of the country and specifically my county was hit with a disastrous sustained windstorm.

Clash of the TitansBy sustained, I mean a storm raging, hour after hour, and lasting just over fifteen hours. It started slowly, teasing the people in its path, lulling us into thinking it wouldn’t be too bad. At its peak, lasting many hours, we registered eighty-plus miles per hour wind speeds. Speeds that were similar to those recorded by smaller hurricanes. Yet, this was no hurricane, just a clashing of two weather fronts. A clash of two weather fronts? I feel like it was a clash of the titans and we were insignificant casualties.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t live in a hurricane region or in the tornado belt. I feel for those that do. When a tornado touches down, it reigns havoc for those in its path. However, it’s pretty localized to a rather narrow track, which can be only a couple hundred yards to a mile or more. Hurricanes are another story of course and are more akin to what our region experienced.

In my case, our windstorm encompassed dozens of counties, two or three by six to eight long. medusa transformingMeteorologists in the area report that our area hasn’t ever seen one of this magnitude in over a hundred years. The damage was incredible and extensive.

In the early stages, tractor trailer trucks were flipped over on their sides, like toys in a child’s hand. As the day progressed, roof shingles were ripped from the roofs of houses and tossed like confetti in a parade. Then, trees were uplifted out of the ground, root ball and all, toppling which way and that, often landing on houses, crushing them and their occupants.

The roof of one of the local middle schools in my town was ripped off and sailed in the wind for hundreds of feet before touching ground. States of emergency were declared in several towns in my county, including my own. Live electrical wires danced in the streets, begging for the occupants of cars they draped, to step out in a futile attempt to escape their deadly touch.

Thankfully, in all the turmoil and bad situations, no one was seriously hurt or killed. Wow!

I could go on and on. It’s bad, but I know, it could be worse. I feel fortunate that my house faired well. My roof is intact, and I didn’t lose power to my house. I have about $600 in damages in non-critical areas of my house. Not bad considering most of my neighbors have damage ranging in the thousands. Kudo’s to the builder of my development. He coordinating the immediate repair to the roofs of the quality homes he built, and within a day, all of the houses on my street had their roofs repaired. Today, as I write this, he is doing the same on the homes located the next street over.

Kudo’s Joe Sciortino of Sciortino Homes .

Over ten thousand homes and businesses in my county lost power. It is going to take a week or more to restore power to most of the region. Temperatures dropped overnight, and the thermometer outside my window informs me that we are currently at eight degrees F. It’s cold, and I pity those that do not have electricity to power their furnaces. Many of my friends lost power, and I offered them a warm bed for the night. Gratefully, their power came back on last evening. All due to the willing power workers that showed up in our region yesterday from all over the state to help out.

I feel fortunate, and I am grateful to all those that descended on my community to help out. It could have been worse. Thank you. Now, I need a cup of coffee.

Another day without spilling my coffee

Losing my freaking mind over spilled coffee

Another day without spilling my coffee

Two whole days and I didn’t spill a drop of my coffee. Whoo hoo! Both days were splendid, and I got stuff done, now if I could only delete my chronic headache, but who cares. Coffee heaven!

Losing my freaking mind over spilled coffeeSpilled coffee

Don’t spill the coffee

Coffee Cup from Coffee Shop

Don’t spill the coffee

Spilling your coffee on the way into work definitely makes for a very bad day. I don’t recommend it. Very bad day!

Coffee Cup from Coffee Shop