Additional Notes for the Coffee Shop Novel

Frenzy grips a corporate coffee stronghold in a suburban mall. The baristas wear a device about their chests that acts as a timer. I’ve never seen such a device before. Is it measuring employee performance or various brewing temperatures? Maybe both at the same time for top notch efficiency,

Corporate coffee is hiring.

An elderly man watches videos on his Facebook feed.

Gleaming vehicles roll through the drive-thru.

An elderly man walks in wearing a military grade utility belt. I dig it. His cap proclaims him a Vietnam vet.

I think about my coffee novel and see that it is essentially plotless, which exactly mirrors my life at the moment. It is a strange thing for a person not to have a plot in one’s life after having one forever. Maybe the plotlessness is the plot. The French existential writers milked that technique for decades and it worked out pretty well for them. Perhaps there is more power in observation than plot. Perhaps plot begins to emerge in the mind of readers when they read observations. They invent the plot as the observations accrue.

There is a spill behind the counter and a barista mops it up with excellent technique, most likely derived from a stint in the Navy.

A weathered man on a bicycle pulling a cart filled with returnable cans and bottles pedals through drive-thru.

A cop walks inside, fiddling on her phone. It occurs to me that cops don’t carry nightsticks anymore. Is that because of tasers? The nightstick was once such a symbol of wanton police brutality. I think they were also called truncheons.

Short story idea: the last truncheon-carrying cop in America…a real throwback who has never fired his weapon in the line of duty. He’s a laughingstock on the force and…I must ponder this idea some more.

A line is forming at the register. It’s going to be a profitable day.