“Hallelujah,” Bob exclaimed as the elevator door opened. He unslung his pack as he stepped into the lobby, computer booting before reaching the table.
It had been a long night driving. Traffic was horrible. The kids were wound tight, but were down now with his wife, fast asleep.
He should sleep too, but the story came to him driving, and wouldn’t wait. Bloodshot eyes locked onto the coffee table. Just what he needed.
Cold black syrup filled the cup. The first sip went down with a grimace. The second was better, not good but needed.
Time to get to work.
#FridayFictioneers is a weekly blog link up hosted by Rochelle over at RochelleWisoff.com. You should totally check it out and perhaps try your hand at writing a 100 word story.
Good luck!
Coffee Beans & Writer/Runner Dreams 
The life of a writer, well summed up!
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Sometimes you just gotta grit your teeth and slug down bad coffee. It is what it is. Thanks Dale!
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LOVED this line:
Cold black syrup filled the cup.
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the sound of it and also it is kind of what I imagine coming out of those urns at that time.
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and when a story is ripe, one must obey and let it flow
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Thanks! That hotel coffee is always a gamble, especially late at night. But hey, you gotta do what you gotta do.
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I agree – and your entry for this week was one of my favs – because the passion this writer has – well I was right there with him as he did what he had to do….
been there
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Haven’t we all been through something similar? But a writer’s gotta do what a writer’s gotta do 🙂
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Very true. I can’t say that I didn’t draw from personal experience for this week’s post!
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I do like that moment when an idea emerges from the dark – but it does always seem to happen at the wrong time, usually the middle of the night!
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Yes, and it seems like more than half the time, I end up forgetting the best part before I have a chance to get it down. Such is life I guess.
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Ohh, that sounds all too familiar to me. Many a sleepless night spent writing…usually by candlelight at the coffee table (D*, I need to find me another coffee table!) with quill and paper at hand. Yes, literally a quill and ink bottle! 🙂 ❤ Love your take on reality!
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Thanks Jelli! I don’t know about quill and ink, but I do love writing a first draft by hand. Seems to flow better somehow.
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Exactly! 🙂 ❤ There's just something about the scritch upon the paper. I do a lot of first drafts on the powwow circuit or at reenactments in the evenings. My pens/pencils have a bad habit of going on their own adventures so I switched to quill and ink decades ago. Guess the habit stuck.
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Quill and ink shows some serious dedication! I used to line with them back when I was drawing on the regular, but was never very good. I still have the set, perhaps I should pull it out. Hmmm.
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How lovely it would be to have that sense of urgency once again. Nicely captured
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Thanks Sandra!
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Story has come, must be written. Good decision.
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You know it!
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The writer’s life! Great take.
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Thanks Lisa!
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Yup. Yup, been there. Good one.
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Thanks Linda! I think it’s a place lots of us are familiar with.
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Dear Russell,
As I’m into the beginning of a new novel, I relate to him. When the muse strikes, ya gotta obey. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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You know it Rochelle! Those ideas will speed away if you don’t capture them right away.
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You are preaching to the choir. Can’t count the number of times I have been there and know I will be there again. Nice job. 😊
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Thanks Jo! There’s just something about late nights, hotel lobbies, and bad coffee that brings out the writer in us I guess.
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