After waking up at about 11:00am, I shot over to Starbucks to continue writing my novel. Despite that intent, I ended up writing the beginning of a great scifi story; and since I find most scifi to be way, way too serious, it ended up being pretty tongue-in-cheek. I’ll post it when I’m done obsessively editing it. And when I’ve made an ending and all that.

If any of you reading this were at Starbucks for the three hours I was there, I was the dude in the bright blue shirt writing on a laptop made in - and this is a conservative estimate - 640 BC, sucking back coffee like it might somehow transform me into a level 17 mage.

And, in the interest of making this a multi-themed post, I’ve written what I like to call “My Mississauga Song”.

My Mississauga Song

I’d be writing a song about the people I meet
if I met anyone on these glass-lined streets.

I’d be bringing you home, I’d be laying you down,
if I loved anyone in this modern town.

If I knew anyone in this one-horse town.

I’d be singing these songs, I’d be playing guitar
if I knew anywhere that wasn’t covered in cars.

I’d be sitting jail with my blood on my sleeve
if I could find anything at all in which to believe.

If I had something to fight, or something to leave.

And we’re all but perfect strangers
though I’ve stood beside the bus stop
and you’ve seen me waiting there a thousand times.

Tags: coffee, lyrics, personal, writing