My morning routine on work days goes something like this: Get up, get sighted, get showered, get dry, get dressed, and fire up the laptop.
If I’ve done everything correctly the first time—without, say, dropping a contact into the sink* or discovering that all my clean laundry is still in the washing machine because I was writing far too late while listening to Apocalyptica far too loudly, and so didn’t hear the beeps and forgot—I’ll have time to go over the previous days’ work** and set a goal or two before I have to fetch the crowbar and pry the kids out of bed.
But the very first thing I do is check out Wayne Pollard’s webcomic to see what Bo and his fellow novelists, poets, bloggers, screenwriters, and caffeine addicts are doing.
Drinking coffee (or tea, as long as it’s chai) is a given, and though writing is the goal, talking about writing is the clear preference. I’ve been reading Bo’s Cafe Life since the beginning, and I not only identify with these determined wannabes, I occasionally accuse Wayne of following me around for comic-fodder.***
One of the characters, Dingbang—who may be my favorite, though I’m not sure what he writes, exactly—runs a questionable answer feature,^ and Bo occasionally interviews Real Life™ people from agents to editors to publishers.
It’s funny, y’all, and simple and sarcastic and cutting and often far too insightful for comfort. I never miss it.
But yesterday, in place of the daily comic, I found something a little different:
I like it!
And I’ll bet you a virtual-venti chai latte you’ll like Bo’s Cafe Life.
*My personal best is dropping both, consecutively, and only finding the first one. The second one fell down the household wormhole and is probably stuck to a lost sock in an N-space oubliette. That’s gratitude for you.
** You know, after checking e-mail and blog comments and my feed-reader and . . .
** Such as deleting and rewriting the entire flippin’ section.
***An accusation he has yet to deny, I’ve noticed.
^I know what I said. Read ’em and see.