Friday, January 13, 2012

Caffeineless and semi-proud of it

I started the year under the stress of a deadline -- kind of like every other year.  But this time I decided that caffeine wasn't helping my cause, so I quit on December 31st and after a crashing headache that pretty much took me out for New Year's Eve, I have been caffeineless all 13 days of the new year.  So...yes, I feel better, which is....disturbing.  I really like my caffeine, and I was convinced I needed it to keep up the pace.  I've been writing like a mad woman to complete my latest thriller, NOWHERE TO RUN, and I do believe the book will be done next week...all without caffeine.  In fact, I would go so far as to say I have more energy now.  No draggy afternoons.  No bleary mornings.  Don't even seem to need as much sleep.  Kind of a pisser, really, because the way I talked myself into this little experiment was with the clear understanding that it would only be temporary.
So, now what?
Can I really stand to be one of those people who has to ask for something different?  To look for the orange dot on the coffee pot at the Coffee Nook?  To have to question the order when I go somewhere else for coffee?  This has no caffeine, right?  Would you recheck?  I'm sorry.  I just can't have caffeine.
My whole view of myself has been rearranged.
Could be an existential crisis except for the fact that I don't have time for one.