So, here I am in my neighborhood Starbucks. I am drinking coffee, writing on my laptop
and feeling the weight of the world separating from my psyche. This day, a grey Saturday, is vital for
re-energizing my creative spirit. I am
moments away from finishing the first draft of my epistolary tale (still
struggling to title the beast) and I am both elated and terrified. It is the first piece of prose that I have
ever finished that is over ten pages. It
clocks in at thirty one. I’ve been
working on it so long I feel like I need eyes so I’ve enlisted a friendly
reader for a test run, someone whose opinion I trust. I think sharing this monster will be helpful,
to see what I’ve missed and what I should omit.
It took a long time to realize the story’s ending. And, when it revealed itself I was quite
taken aback. I hadn’t expected that kind
of ending but alas it is not my story it is Imelda and Brucha’s tale and I have
to be true to their days. But, the
burning question STILL remains, what the blazes is this story called?! It will come, it always does but I am so used
to writing with something that is already titled. This is something new for me. I already have the title for my next piece so
you can see why this is such a conundrum.
This whole life with a laptop thing is most
excellent. I bought a travel bag for my
goods last night, something shiny, red and swanky. In addition to the freedom it brings from
being chained to a desk, it allows me to be outwardly inspired because I can write
in coffee shops and wherever the wind blows me.
I think I may try my first ever fish taco today before I
venture home. It’ll give me more time to
muse on a title and today is one of those days where something new is just what
the doctor ordered. It’s been a long
week of work and worry and restless nights so I am taking comfort in the little
things, the creative things and new tastes, experiences and not missing the
moments. I may even dance tonight. We shall see.
In propinquity,
Nic
