At work last week, I composed a large print edition of a new installment of a mystery series that takes place in a coffeeshop. I was prompted to Tweet thus:
Prologue of book: “Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?” (Camus) Well, the book’s set in a coffeehouse so I bet you have a cuppa.
Yes, the whole book started off with an Albert Camus quote (I know not from where, specifically) and went on from there. I’m guessing there was a murder somewhere, and the coffeeshop owner ended up solving the case. I’m just guessing, because you’d be amazed how little you really have to read of a book to be able to lay out its pages. Reading is for the proofreaders.
That tweet got me a new follower for a brief time: an account for Albert Camus. I notice it’s gone from my follower list, unfortunately. Just as well, since that’s about the peak of my philosophical musings.
I do have fun with Twitter. Don’t worry, though, it’s not as if I’m putting all my thoughts there so there’s nothing to share here. Turns out, the last week didn’t generate much material for me to share anywhere. Some weeks are like that.
Long weekend here in the US of A, with Memorial Day on Monday. My family and I are having a cookout at my house tomorrow. Monday, I’d like to go for a drive somewhere and look for either good photographs or birds. For once, we have great weather all weekend long; usually it all falls apart halfway through and it gets rainy and chilly. Not this time, though. We deserve that after the winter we had.