Coffee Shops and Kaboodles
Mmm, I haven't done any writing this week. I fixed the fix I was in over the story problem. The only thing is making myself sit down and concentrate. That's harder than the actual writing.
I went downtown yesterday with my aunt and two cousins, I don't get to see them very often because they live in Qatar: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/QatarSo We took the bus and train and headed into the city. I really like the city, I wouldn't be able to live in it for a very long time I don't think, but I love visiting it. People watching and window shopping :) That could totally be the platform for a poem :D If I could word it right... Actually, I think I could live in the city, I'd just need to be able to get out to the country every now and then.
So, we visited three museums and saw crazy-old things that muddle-up my brain and sent it whirling into the past. I had a vanilla Frappachino at a Starbucks (somewhere I go rarely) and as I was passing through the lobby I saw people sitting with their laptops and writing and I suddenly wished I lived near a Starbucks so I could do that too.
My family came back from camping and there are now people in abundance. I love my family, I do, but I also like the quiet and freedom of having the place to myself.
I am seeing http://kaboodleschmitt.livejournal.com/ Well, I'm not actually "seeing" him at this moment (he's two hours away) wish I was "seeing" him right now though… (He doesn't use that LJ much anymore, if at all, he uses this blog http://kaboodleschmitt.blogspot.com/)
He happens to be a writer, my best friend and one of the most amusing people you'll ever meet. He also possesses excellent music and reading tastes. Just ask me and I'll rant about him for as long as you're willing to listen :D
'Hem, anyway, if I can fit some writing time in this week, I'll use it.