The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

My last venture into purchased fancy coffee was a "flat white" somewhere in Chicagoland, and I'm not even talking about a woman. I liked it.
 
My last venture into purchased fancy coffee was a "flat white" somewhere in Chicagoland, and I'm not even talking about a woman. I liked it.
I guess, for an aggressive Domme, I'm still a bit of pussy. I can't stand coffee that isn't sweet and creamy. I've got one those machines, not that fucking meek and mild K-cup thingers, but the kind that grinds it, brews it, and you add cream and (or whatever), and froth it up, baby! My partner cried when he paid for it.
 
I guess, for an aggressive Domme, I'm still a bit of pussy. I can't stand coffee that isn't sweet and creamy. I've got one those machines, not that fucking meek and mild K-cup thingers, but the kind that grinds it, brews it, and you add cream and (or whatever), and froth it up, baby! My partner cried when he paid for it.
Did he cry more when he paid for it, or when you thanked him?
 
My last venture into purchased fancy coffee was a "flat white" somewhere in Chicagoland, and I'm not even talking about a woman. I liked it
I've had all kinds of coffee all over the world, my favorite was cappuccino at the street front cafe of the Hotel Oliva at the foot of the Southern Carnic Alps saying Buongiorno to the signorine as they walked by and giggled at us. (What is it about Italian girls giggling?) Then there was the exquisite home ground coffee in the snug coffee shops of Gunsan Korea next to the Geum River where the Korean students come to speak to Americans and practice their english. That was the best black coffee I've ever had. But for the money nothing can beat an extra large double-double from Tim Hortons.
 
I was stuck on a scene--three people dancing together in a bar--for two or three days, so this afternoon I tried something new. I wrote down the events, impressions and sensations that I wanted in the scene, and I started organizing them into a reasonable sequence. Then I made paragraphs out of it, and then sentences.

Now I have a line of dialog to fill in and a few sentences to smooth out, but it's all together. I might try that for a sex scene some time when I feel like I'm just writing the same thing again.
 
I'd stopped writing finishing stories for a couple of years. I would get to a point where figuring out the scene or transition was too much work.

At the beginning of this year, I decided to follow Richard Rhodes' and Roger Ebert's advice and apply butt to chair and fingers to keyboard for two hours a day. Some days, I'd get 140 words that made no sense but had something to do with what I wanted to convey in the scene. The next day, I'd delete 80 of those words but add another 200. A few more frustrating days and the logjam might not break, but ease, and there would be 3k words on the page.

Getting from the vague idea to the polished story is a lot like life.
 
@Duleigh - If there's enough interest, we may be able to get a cappuccino machine installed here for those who want something more than plain coffee.

Until then, there's a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are some cheese blintzes on the counter along with donuts for those who want a bite.

My writing is proceeding and I'm finding myself eager to get to the keyboard and put more words on paper. I'll be ove in the corner if you need anything.
 
@Duleigh - If there's enough interest, we may be able to get a cappuccino machine installed here for those who want something more than plain coffee.
At the acknowledged risk of stifling both literary and culinary creativity, that thumping sound in the background is Tex rolling in his grave. Ah well, it is the Century of the Fruitbat after all; progress has many definitions.
 
Good morning, all. Thanks for the coffee, CK. I hear the pot gurgling so it should be about ready.

Dog got me up at 7:00 wanting breakfast - he eats @ 8:00, however - and now that I'm up C has gone back to bed, so I get to feed 'im. Normally it's her job in the mornings, and she's turned it into an hour-long ritual of little "events". Now that she's trained the dog to expect it, I'm stuck with the pattern. So if I step away from the keyboard to deal with...

...sigh... I'm back. It's annoying, and now he's barking for attention. 15 minutes to go, buddy. At least the pot was ready and I stopped to pour a cup on my way back to the computer.

Made the changes to the story I thought was ready to go. Previously told, I had setup a sequel, was 3K words into the sequel and realized it was garbage, concept and all. So back to the problem, and rewrote several lines of dialog hopefully that are not stilted since the original script was also reflecting the scene at that moment.

Okay. Time for his breakfast. See y'all later.
 
I went through the cats' morning feeding ritual, and now they've left me alone.

I have a conference call this morning with a client I hoped to never work for again. Hopefully this won't ruin my day.
 
I have a conference call this morning with a client I hoped to never work for again. Hopefully this won't ruin my day.
When I ran my own businesses one of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to fire the worst 10/20% of the most troublesome clients. I soon found out that getting rid of 10% of clients got rid of 50%+ of the problems. Start with slow payers - even if they are personal friends, they are not worth retaining.
 
I was frequently tempted to add a "PITA Fee" line to the invoice. But somebody would get it sooner or later.
 
Morning everyone. Drinking hot tea this morning, with a little cream, English Breakfast. The pot is still hot, the tea brewed to perfection. Pull up a seat and I'll pour you a cup.
 
Has anyone ever read How to Make Love to a Man by Alexandra Penney?

This is a serious question. I just had a book haul for the library, and as I was checking those books out to see which one goes in and which one doesn't this one stood out to me the most. For a hardcover it's in poor condition, the pages are falling apart, so I'll expect a few missing pages. Can't tell whether the original owner read it too much or too little, but I do actually want to see what's in it.

I'm just curious if anyone here has ever read it, regardless of your gender.

Update: I browsed through the pages and it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Yes, it's in poor condition; most pages are about to fly away, but it's complete, and most of the damage is in the dust jacket, with the corners and the spine from the cover showing the expected damage of being read a lot. I mean that: the previous owner underlined and circled several things, so I'm even more intrigued by the previous owner than the contents of the book in itself.

Is not the first time I'm intrigued by the previous owner from a donation. I actually have a copy of the New World Translation of the Bible in my possession; a used one, and I found, right where the book of Songs begin, you know, the Old Testament's book of sex, I found a torn piece of paper with a note. Context being is that this happened around some reading, because the note was a warning for the previous owner. It said that he should be careful around one of the women in the reading, because she was looking at him with interest. I want to write a story about it, but I have so many ideas that I couldn't decide. This type of gossip is why I love working as a librarian.
 
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Has anyone ever read How to Make Love to a Man by Alexandra Penney?

This is a serious question. I just had a book haul for the library, and as I was checking those books out to see which one goes in and which one doesn't this one stood out to me the most. For a hardcover it's in poor condition, the pages are falling apart, so I'll expect a few missing pages. Can't tell whether the original owner read it too much or too little, but I do actually want to see what's in it.

I'm just curious if anyone here has ever read it, regardless of your gender.

Update: I browsed through the pages and it's not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Yes, it's in poor condition; most pages are about to fly away, but it's complete, and most of the damage is in the dust jacket, with the corners and the spine from the cover showing the expected damage of being read a lot. I mean that: the previous owner underlined and circled several things, so I'm even more intrigued by the previous owner than the contents of the book in itself.

Is not the first time I'm intrigued by the previous owner from a donation. I actually have a copy of the New World Translation of the Bible in my possession; a used one, and I found, right where the book of Songs begin, you know, the Old Testament's book of sex, I found a torn piece of paper with a note. Context being is that this happened around some reading, because the note was a warning for the previous owner. It said that he should be careful around one of the women in the reading, because she was looking at him with interest. I want to write a story about it, but I have so many ideas that I couldn't decide. This type of gossip is why I love working as a librarian.
Never heard of "How to Make Love to a Man." According to Wikipedia, it's still in print.

The note in the bible sounds like something that might interest AG31.
 
When I ran my own businesses one of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to fire the worst 10/20% of the most troublesome clients. I soon found out that getting rid of 10% of clients got rid of 50%+ of the problems. Start with slow payers - even if they are personal friends, they are not worth retaining.
I hoped it would be that easy, but it hasn't been. The client in question is a very conservative Native American community. My long-time employer started working for them sometime before he hired me 40+ years ago. His interest in supporting their social goals was stronger than his interest in making money from them, and they responded by supporting the company in hard times. It became something of a symbiotic relationship.

Over time the people there started to believe that I was a partner in the company, much to my employer's chagrin. My employer died with a consulting contract in place. They assumed that since I was a partner, that the relationship would continue.

I told my employer at least two years ago that I didn't want to continue working for that client. The problem was that the community has dual governance, and conflicts between it's two governments created behavior that I considered unethical. He kept me out of most of that work, but now he's not here and there's a long history that makes it hard to say no.
 
Never heard of "How to Make Love to a Man." According to Wikipedia, it's still in print.

The note in the bible sounds like something that might interest AG31.

The book doesn't have a print date. I know it was published in 1981, and the author is still alive, so it doesn't surprise me that it's still in print. I'd still have to read it to see if it aged well or not, and if it did, then there's the question of whether there were new editions. A quick digging already said no, but if it's still in print...

Then again, this particular print already told me that the copy of Tropic of Cancer that I have is missing its dust jacket.

@AG31 take a look at the piece of gossip I found within a JW bible a while back! Especulate all you want, because my mind is just exploding whenever I go back to it.
 
When I ran my own businesses one of the best pieces of advice I was ever given was to fire the worst 10/20% of the most troublesome clients. I soon found out that getting rid of 10% of clients got rid of 50%+ of the problems. Start with slow payers - even if they are personal friends, they are not worth retaining.
I found that rule to be true in the military too. I just had to let a couple of the whiners find their fortune elsewhere and son of a gun - the world looks a lot brighter when you don't have a handfull of airmen constantly whining that the coffee is too hot or the ice cream is too cold.
 
It seems 7am is the pet wake up time. Pup woke up today as normal, but he didn't want a pee. Just play. That is not the rule!

Ah well. Good thing he's cute.

Tx always insisted that coffee was served strong and black, and what you did with it was up to you. As long as a pot was on the stove, I don't think he'd mind a whizz bang machine gathering dust in the corner.
 
Hello, I'm Serena. This is a virtual coffee shop and reading room. So, tell me, do we have a few Beatnik poets here, hipsters in small fedoras, and noir femme fatales?
I might qualify as a beatnik poet.... maybe. Depending on the definition.

Welcome aboard, Serena. Always glad to meet new friends.
 
Tx always insisted that coffee was served strong and black, and what you did with it was up to you. ...

While taking you aside to point out the lower cabinet at the far end of the counter had "higher octane" additives you might appreciate... or have need for.
 
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