I’m a coffee lover. I have my morning rituals with it. I imbibe the magic elixir when in need of stability, focus, relaxation, inspiration. And like many who love coffee on a cellular level, I have a love for mugs.
Every day I pick one to fit my mood or tactile need for the day. The vessel almost as important as the liquid. Especially when it comes to writing.
The blue swirl mug is one of the first mugs I bought myself as a teenager. The only one to have stayed with me through it all. Still intact. Still beautiful. Still just as soothing to touch.
The dark brown mug is a fairly recent purchase from one of my favorite coffee shops in the town where I work. It gets me in the mood for fantasy and deep conversations. I feel like a character holding it in my fingers.
As I am consumed by my own epic fantasy, it helps to have inspiration at hand. Mugs either given to me by loved ones, or encouraged to get by a loved one, help me feel supported in my madness. Having a choice of which Alice in Wonderland mug I’m in the mood for helps my story stay curious or weird, or both.
So, as I prepare to get lost in my own story for a few hours, I’ll pick the vessel to aid the potion that fuels my spirit to create.
Here’s to magical coffee and fun with writing!
The Accidental Domestic Goddess 