Morning Coffee

The melodic tones of Miles Davis' trumpet permeates the room as I sit down to drink coffee out of my stainless steel mug. It's eight thirty on a Saturday morning and I half heartedly open my laptop and log into the blog I have long since abandoned. I am not a writer. My hands have seen more time laboring with tools than they have behind a keyboard. But here I sit like a young school boy awaiting a dissimilar response from a unrequited love. Past attempts at writing failed mainly because I was writing for an audience. My eagerness to please the reader has left me undone. I stopped writing altogether. I felt as if I failed, with the constant reminder neatly stored away in my bookmarks. I've tried on numerous occasions to revive both blogs, one about cigars, the other about men's life to no avail. I am not a writer yet the need to write continually stirs from within. So I lay my fingers across the keyboard and reluctantly type words that form into sentences. Before I knew it there was a paragraph that I had written and here I am, ready to write again but only on my terms.

Writing those several lines opened up my mind to new ideas. First off I wanted to start with a clean slate, secondly I needed to consolidate all my projects on one site. So choosing the right platform was imperative. Next I had to pick a name for my blog. I didn't want a gimmicky name but rather something that had depth and meaning.  I was trying to create a mood conducive to writing no different than the dim lighting at a jazz club. Then it hit me as I conferred with my fiancé, and said, "something like Blue in Green". Referring to the song by Miles Davis off the Kind Of Blue album. A song that has always put me in an introspective mood. If I had to choose one song to listen to for the rest of my life that would be it. Blue in Green Journal she replied. Almost immediately I searched and purchased the domain name and began working on my new creative home. Which brings me to the end of another cup of coffee and the start of a new day. I placed the empty mug on the coffee table and pressed publish, looking forward to sharing my passion for writing, smoking cigars and photography.