Small Stone, Day 1

A friend of mine invited me to a Mindful Writing Challenge on Facebook for the month of January. Before I could think about it, I accepted. 
What the hell? 
Well, you know who accepted it, don't you? That writer inside of me that I've kept muffled for years. Yeah, her. The troublemaker. The real me. She clicked on that invite before I could stop her, so now I have to let her run free. 
And part of me is giggling madly. 
Another part is scared shitless. 
A writer? Me? Are you freaking kidding me? 
No, she isn't. 
She is the part of me that has been there all along. She's been waiting silently in the background for permission to come out and play. She asks, oh so nicely, for just a chance to see the sun, to feel the cool grass under her bare feet, to exist.
She scares me. She knows all of my secrets and isn't shy about telling them. Oh, she couches them in vague terms, of course, but she tells. 
Nothing is sacred to her.
Everything is fair game. 
Yikes!
And now, she is giggling in the background because she's forced my hand. 
Now, I have to write.
Truth be told, I'm kind of glad.

So yeah, I have to find a 'small stone' everyday and write about it. I have to pay attention to the real world instead of the cyber-world or the work world. Interesting. 

Let's see how this works out. It could be fun. It could be aggravating. It could be both, or neither. 
But now, I have to write. 
And, if I'm really honest with myself, I've always had to write. Why I've avoided it for so long, I have no idea. There is no good reason. I do have plenty of lame reasons though - I don't want to write crap. I don't have any good ideas. I can't find the words. It sounds stupid. I could go on and on. 

But, it's the first day and here is the first small stone that I'm tossing into the river: 

Ebony richness
transformed into deep caramel in my cup.
The cup reaches my lips 
the deep caramel is instantly transformed into
liquid gold.  

Yep, you guessed it...it's about coffee. I found inspiration in coffee today. 
What will it be tomorrow?
I have no clue. 
No clue at all.