Before I begin I will confess to this outright: I’m English. Now that’s out of the way, I can talk about the first thing that popped into my head when I read today’s daily prompt. Tea.
Tea is to me and my writing process what the sun is to plants and photosynthesis. I need it to create anything of value. I gave it up for a bet once at University, I lasted one week. No new worlds made it from my swirling mind and onto a page for seven miserable days. I became very grumpy, even more of a recluse, and decided I didn’t like my course mate Nick. Wanker.
Due to a rather unfortunate experience with milk while living in South Africa, I can no longer bear to drink tea the traditional way (for the British, that is). So while I often make tea for whomever else is around:
- Boil kettle,
- Grab Tetley,
- Combine in the ugliest mug you can find (add sugar if desired),
- Pinch the teabag between a finger and thumb to drain,
- Add the milk,
- Slam it down in front of the recipient and thank yourself (this may just happen in my house),
I take mine black without sugar with the bag having a swim while it cools. While this is happening, I sometimes find myself watching the steam rise from the top of the mug beside the monitor. This would happen while my eyes glaze over and I wonder how that character managed to get where they did because weren’t they supposed to die in the last chapter and how come they’re getting married all of a sudden and where did all the lasers go?
Anyway, while I know no one will be much surprised by my love of this particular beverage, especially after my confession above, it is a small thing given my upbringing. Tea is routine in the life of a Brit.
Get up? Tea. Make it to work? More tea. Break time? Tea. Lunch? May as well. Made it home? Better have a cuppa. Evening in front of the Telly? Go on, if you’re having one. Getting late? Camomile please.
And thus insignificant. In my world it’s a shock to hear someone say those three strange-sounding words: No thanks, “I prefer coffee’. Sacrilege. But, I suppose there’s some around here somewhere…
If I have a cup of tea sitting in front of my notebook or monitor, I know it’s time to write. And write I do.