# 345
Well, it took me six months to get myself writing again, but I felt a stroke of inspiration hit me a couple days ago and I figured I should at least begin to tap into it. I've got this minimal amount that I've written so far (it's still untitled) and a very raw idea of the plot in my head, so I'm rolling again. It's good to be back.
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“Suck it up, bitch,” Trey said to me as I looked down at my caramel macchiato, vacantly stirring the dollop of whipped cream that topped it into the actual coffee that lied underneath it. I moved to my right to grab a few sugar packets - just the regular sugar and not that Sweet’n Low shit - out of the small holder that housed them. Apparently all that whipped cream wasn’t sweet enough to go with the caramel.
“Yeah, that’s what Ben Wallace said after you interviewed him last week for your column,” I shot back after I realized he had said something.
“Hey, now,” Trey replied. “That was unnecessary. He’s the most dominating defensive presence in the paint in the league right now.”
“Trust me, Trey, I know,” I said. “You never shut up about it. You raved about him all the time even when he was with the Pistons.” He chuckled and shook his head slightly.
“Okay, I get the point,” Trey conceded. “You’re avoiding mine, though. You’re twenty-eight years old, Pat.”
I sighed. Here it comes.
“You’re still young, you’ve still got a life to live,” he continued. “I mean, you’re sure as hell no Ebert yet, so it’s not like your column keeps you from living your life. Why are you making such a big deal about this Katie chick?”
Truth is, I really didn’t know, either.
[To be continued]
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“Suck it up, bitch,” Trey said to me as I looked down at my caramel macchiato, vacantly stirring the dollop of whipped cream that topped it into the actual coffee that lied underneath it. I moved to my right to grab a few sugar packets - just the regular sugar and not that Sweet’n Low shit - out of the small holder that housed them. Apparently all that whipped cream wasn’t sweet enough to go with the caramel.
“Yeah, that’s what Ben Wallace said after you interviewed him last week for your column,” I shot back after I realized he had said something.
“Hey, now,” Trey replied. “That was unnecessary. He’s the most dominating defensive presence in the paint in the league right now.”
“Trust me, Trey, I know,” I said. “You never shut up about it. You raved about him all the time even when he was with the Pistons.” He chuckled and shook his head slightly.
“Okay, I get the point,” Trey conceded. “You’re avoiding mine, though. You’re twenty-eight years old, Pat.”
I sighed. Here it comes.
“You’re still young, you’ve still got a life to live,” he continued. “I mean, you’re sure as hell no Ebert yet, so it’s not like your column keeps you from living your life. Why are you making such a big deal about this Katie chick?”
Truth is, I really didn’t know, either.
[To be continued]