Coffee Novelist

I don’t write about coffee, I write about what coffee does. How it collects us, unites us and affects us.

     A troubling thing has been happening since I published Tripio. I have been getting asked quite a bit the question: “What is a tripio?”       This question was first asked me at a class on memoir writing at the Indiana Writers Center. No one in the class with me knew what a tripio was. It hadn’t …

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     May 2, 2017., 8:36 AM: “Just finished meditation preceded by candle exercise and yoga. In the meditation I found the name of my novel- ‘Chicago Days’ is Tripio!”     The above entry is from a more recent SotM (Sketchbook of the Mind) and captures my process, my technique, my style and my approach to writing perfectly. …

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I was home and still in work clothes and trying to get dinner going when my neighbor dropped in to ask if she could borrow a hammer for a quick project she was doing at her place right next door. What the Hell does this have to do with Tripio https://www.amazon.com/Tripio-novel-Starbucks-Millionaire-Novelist-ebook/dp/B07NQ1413V?  Well, my neighbor was …

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      Yesterday my daughter spent some time on the internet trying to find an English version of a French Starbucks documentary she had seen on a flight home for the holidays. It was called “Starbucks Unfiltered” and she could find the French version, but nothing with English subtitles. A little bit later, as we watched …

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    Yesterday my daughter spent some time on the internet trying to find an English version of a French Starbucks documentary she had seen on a flight home for the holidays. It was called “Starbucks Unfiltered” and she could find the French version, but nothing with English subtitles. A little bit later, as we watched some …

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   “Just saw Taxi Blues at the glorious Music Box Theatre. There were women speaking Russian in the lobby.” That is an excerpt from my Sketchbook of the Mind that I began on October 4, 1990. It is the first journal, or SotM, of the years I lived in Chicago. Those journals and many entries just …

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