It’s the release day of Miranda Stork’s newest novel, Erin, the sequel to Conner. To help celebrate Miranda will be traveling around the interwebs doing interviews, guest posts, and having other fun activities. For most details check out the event page on Facebook. To find out more about the book, be sure to read the blurb after this post.
How Does Coffee Help My Writing?
Well, in short, it has no effect on me. Basically because I don’t drink an awful lot of coffee. I’m the annoying picky sort who only likes coffee when it’s really milky and from a huge steel machine. Coffee at home just doesn’t do it for me.
But I know an awful lot of writers who constantly say how much they need it. Because they all post pictures of coffee up at the same time on Facebook. And as we know, if you saw it on Facebook, and it’s about coffee, it must be true. Right?
And nearly all of them will proclaim that they need it to write the next chapter. Now speaking as someone who isn’t hooked on coffee, I find this interesting. I don’t even drink tea that often. I drink…wait for it…milk. And juice. But not tea or coffee on a morning because they’re too hot and I would upset the tummy monsters. Or something. But to be so hooked on caffeine would be amusing. I have recently discussed a possible plot about coffee with a friend, where we pondered what might happen if coffee suddenly wasn’t available. Would there be an increase in murders committed early in the morning by writers across the world? Would drug dealers be replaced by baristas on street corners? “Psst, buddy. I’ve got some genuine African dark coffee bean. You want some? You can make one hell of an espresso with this; you’ll be bouncing off the walls.”
People would be trying to make coffee substitutes. Wives and husbands would return from work to find their partners mixing tea and brown paint in the kitchen, grinding it in the blender. “I’ve got this time-I’m sure of it!”
Eventually, one dark and stormy night, people come out of their houses, in some sort of caffeine-deprived zombie state. They roam through the once-coffee shops, now turned into banks or diners, or something else soul-crushing. Cars are tipped over, supermarkets have to be closed, as the half-dressed people fill the streets with their dark-ringed eyes. “Coffeeee…..coooofffeeeeeeee.”
Something like that anyway. That would totally happen.
Now I’ve got a confession to make.
I may not drink tea or coffee. And I like me a little ‘adult drink’ but definitely not when I’m writing. But…I do smoke. I know, I know, spare me the lecture, I’m not deaf. You have your crutches, I have mine. And the world keeps on turning.
But the point I want make, is I do understand the need for something to get you going on a morning. Something that your body screams for, before it lets your brain kick into gear and decide what kind of multi-coloured nonsense it’s going to spill onto the laptop this early morn. And my first cigarette is like that. When I wake up, I can try struggling along without that first one. And I have done that. I’m clumsy, I forget everything, I struggle to think properly…but if I do have a cigarette, everything instantly falls into place.
I would just like to also note at this point, I don’t smoke that much. Probably seven a day-max.
But I still need that ‘something’ going through my bloodstream. And I’m not the first. And I won’t be the last. All throughout history, it’s well documented that writers and poets of all descriptions have used some sort of ‘crutch’. Whether it was coffee, alcohol, cigarettes…or even drugs…almost all of them have or do use something. And if they say they don’t, they’re lying.
So in conclusion, these are my thoughts. Come back here a minute, I’m not finished yet. No, not yet. Yes, that coffee will stay hot. All writers seem to need an extra something to help us get on with our writing. Lots of people who aren’t writers do as well, but writers make a bigger point of it. And we shouted loudest, so we win, and you can’t have any give-backsies. Where was I? Oh, yes.
I say this. If writers have the capability to pull entire worlds from their minds where you can lose yourself, if they can create characters so real women swoon over them and men snigger at them, if they can create villains so nasty they keep you up at night…then shouldn’t they be allowed their ‘extra something’? Coffee or otherwise? Because it might just be that vital ingredient that is helping to create the next book you want to read.
So if you see a writer struggling, buy them a coffee. It’s for the good of everyone.
Erin is a suspense horror/paranormal fantasy, a sequel to Conner, a werewolf story that makes the usual story a little bit darker than most. It continues to tell the story still from several different angles, making it unique to other similar stories. Erin is different to any other book in its genre. It is written in an entirely new way, turning the myth of werewolves completely on its head; not borrowing from the tired Hollywood genres, but using more ancient myths as the springboard for its ideas. It is far edgier and darker than its prequel, drawing people further into the dark world of the supernatural. It has more than one side to it, as it encompasses horror, suspense, romance, thrills, and even dark humour.
About Miranda Stork
I was born in Guisborough, North Yorkshire in 1987 and have lived in various places around Britain, including Newcastle and Glasgow.
My writing is inspired by various writers, including the vivid characters of Charles Dickens, the imagination of Stephen King, and the gothic imagery of Anne Rice.
My love of horror began at an early age, when I was only three or four. I could read proficiently at the age of three, and devoured fairy-stories, but I always had a bent towards the darker stories, such as the Brother’s Grimm’s tales…Red Riding Hood was always a firm favourite, although I always felt sorry for the wolf, despite him having tried to eat everyone!