It's in the title, actually: matcha coffee. Well, for some reason, while I was walking home from university, I bought a cup of matcha coffee from the thrift coffee store nearby like I usually do. Just then a lightning bolt stuck on me: what if, just what if, Camilo, you write a story about matcha coffee?
And so, the story A Cup of Ice-Cold Matcha is born. It is currently in its 11th chapter; the 12th being scheduled at the 31st/1st September (I don't know what Tapas's deal was but so be it); and the 13th being written at the moment while my parents are lying asleep at 4 in the morning at my bed.
Maybe what pushed me into really getting into the mood was I am quite concerned that the last failed attempt at making a novel was 2 years ago. I tried writing a novel dedicated to someone I tried to court, but when I was already at the second chapter of what seemed to be a great novel (for me, just let it be, ha-ha), we had already called it quits. It was really a downward spiral for me at that time (which led me to co-author one poetry book which is now on paperback in my country, sort of). I guess that two-year hiatus did fill my creative juices to the rim to the point that the night after, I wrote down my initial synopsis.
Fun fact, Arthur's initial name was Amon, based off from the Ars Goetia, but I kinda scratched that name because it doesn't make sense to me later on. It was when I got to start typing it in my word processor on my laptop that I changed the name to what it is now.
Then, later on, tea ahead, one of my professors asked me if I still liked that guy I used to court. (Our slightly sad story was a bit of an open book, although there were a few who never knew about it.) Yes, it has been two years since then, but then I wondered, do I f-king like this man? And there the Interludes got inserted between the chapters. Those Interludes were dedicated to him. For one last time. Then I'll go adios with these feelings and move on.
That's all there is to it. I plan to end the series on Dec 31st and start a new one on January 10th. I had plans for the second book, so I couldn't afford to not finish it, or it'd be another dagger in my heart as a hopeless writer.
You could read ACOICM here: