September 7, 2012
People are always curious to know the writing habits of scribblers: What time of the day do you write? For how long? Where? When did you start writing? Why? Etc., etc., etc.
Someone the other day posted a photo of a typewriter and a mug of coffee. It was a photo of a relationship, a love affair, a marriage. A word here about that relationship would go much further than any of the above Q&A’s to enlighten the curious public.
The great French writer Honore de Balsac explained it:
“This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.”
Yes, we writers are smarter with coffee, more ourselves, more alive. It starts early in the morning. Very early.