Other Me
On Thursday this week I'm going to be heading up to Middlebury, Vermont to attend the New England Young Writer's Conference. I'm pretty excited. And, because I've been looking for an opportunity to do this for a long time, I'm gonna try something new. When I get on campus, the first thing I'm going to do is leave Nyssa behind and become someone else. I've wanted to do this for a while, but I haven't had a chance to. But since I'm finally going somewhere where I don't know anyone and no one knows me, I think it's the perfect opportunity.
She's called Cyd (It's a variation of my middle name). She walks with this confident sort of swagger, shoulders back and all that. When she sits she doesn't curl her legs up or cross them; they end up splayed around while she drapes her arms over the seat back. She carries her tension in her lower back, wears boy shorts, suspenders, and button-downs, and keeps a red Swiss Army knife in her back pocket. Her voice is lower than mine and she doesn't have an upstate New York accent, just a sort of generic Midwest drawl. She laughs quietly, smokes hand rolled cigarettes but is trying to quit, and always wears a watch. She listens to Neko Case and Bob Dylan and Sigur Ros. She knows all there is to know about the Roman republic. She has all fifty states and their capitols memorized and doesn't try to hide the scar on her left breast. She does yoga (badly) and fights (dirty). She makes eye contact when she's speaking to you.
This should be interesting. Anybody want to give me suggestions or feedback? I'm practicing my dialect and physicality right now. I've got to slip into Cyd's skin by 1:00 PM on Thursday, and I want it to fit.
She's called Cyd (It's a variation of my middle name). She walks with this confident sort of swagger, shoulders back and all that. When she sits she doesn't curl her legs up or cross them; they end up splayed around while she drapes her arms over the seat back. She carries her tension in her lower back, wears boy shorts, suspenders, and button-downs, and keeps a red Swiss Army knife in her back pocket. Her voice is lower than mine and she doesn't have an upstate New York accent, just a sort of generic Midwest drawl. She laughs quietly, smokes hand rolled cigarettes but is trying to quit, and always wears a watch. She listens to Neko Case and Bob Dylan and Sigur Ros. She knows all there is to know about the Roman republic. She has all fifty states and their capitols memorized and doesn't try to hide the scar on her left breast. She does yoga (badly) and fights (dirty). She makes eye contact when she's speaking to you.
This should be interesting. Anybody want to give me suggestions or feedback? I'm practicing my dialect and physicality right now. I've got to slip into Cyd's skin by 1:00 PM on Thursday, and I want it to fit.