I can’t remember the last time I’ve gone this long without blogging. I’ve thought about it often over the last *checks notes* several weeks, but I’ve been busy. Between football games and family time and working and cleaning and moving my in-laws and all the other stuff I tend to put off till the last possible minute, I’ve been doing something wonderful.
I’ve been writing.
And it has been glorious.
Sure, it’s first-draft type stuff. Sure, it’s going to need a lot of work. But I’ve been writing. And it makes me happy.
Almost as happy as that can of pop over there on the right.
Who besides me remembers Surge? Anyone? God, I loved this stuff back in the day. I lived on it through the better part of my teen years. It fueled many a midnight writing session, the results of which have all been locked away for the good of the world.
When Amazon started selling Surge again last year, I was all set to buy some. Didn’t happen, because have you seen how much they want for it? But every now and then I’d pull up the page and drool over its mere existence. God, how I’ve missed it! So when I saw on Facebook a while back that a local convenience store was now stocking it, I cried actual tears of joy. (I’ve been crying a lot lately for no real reason. It’s true. Just ask my husband about the time we saw Inside Out.)
Naturally, I began stalking all the local stores for it. So far, I’ve only found it in the one store, though, and I promptly bought them out (making off with a measly three cans). When I stopped again the next morning, though, I was disappointed to see they hadn’t restocked.
God, I hope they’ll restock soon. I need more. MOAR! 😀
UPDATE: Apparently the Coke warehouse is out of it. Please to see previous line for how I feel about this.
Anyway, I savored every last neon green drop of that first glorious can of Surge. Even though it’s been probably fifteen years since I last imbibed, it tasted exactly like I remembered: sweet (but not too sweet), tangy, a little bit orange juicy. They say your senses can transport you and it’s totally true – one sip of Surge transported me back to the heady days of my misspent youth and, while it might have kept me up half the night (because Lord knows I couldn’t stop at just one can), I like to think it also helped fuel my writing, which has been going remarkably well this week. Better, in fact, than it’s gone in a couple of months.
Am I making too much of the Surge connection? Probably.
Do I care? Not a bit.
Surge, as I’ve said, reminds me of my past, but not the parts I’d rather forget. To me, Surge is fun with friends. It takes me back to a simpler time, one where I didn’t realize exactly how much free time I had because I was too busy filling it up with daring escapes to far-off places with handsome men and adventurous women. I miss the simplicity of those days, back when anything was possible and love was in the air.
Sure, love is still in the air – it’s why all my stories have at least one romantic plotline (whether major or minor). But where my teen years were spring, today feels more like fall, and not just because it’s October and there’s a bite in the air.
Surge, to me, is stories. I think that’s why it means so much to me, and why my writing has been flowing easier lately. If it were possible to bottle my muse, then Surge is as close as it gets to doing just that.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to stalking convenience stores for more writer fuel. 🙂
What fuels your dreams? Do you have a favorite drink you wish would be resurrected? Did you like Surge back in the day?
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