Writing People's Backstories
So I'm typing this up from my seat on the train headed back to Yale - I've just pulled out of Lima Station, and I can sort of see Sam standing on the platform, even though he's just a speck now. He brought me to the train station and bought me a coffee and kissed me goodbye - he really is the best boyfriend I've ever had. I know that sounds silly, and really I'm too old to be mooning over a boy, but he is my boy and I love him so I will moon over him if I want to and you can't stop me.
Spring Break was long and relaxing, just what I needed after so much rehearsal with the Blues and term papers and midterms. And yet it feels extremely short and quick at the same time. Sam is still staying with the Schuesters, so we stopped by on my first night to see Cadence and congratulate them. I know most of the Glee Club has already been by to see the newest member of the Schuester family, and I really should have come sooner - I had the time to take a weekend off an come home before now. It just took me this long to work up the nerve to actually come face to face with a baby.
Maybe it was that my baby was supposed to be the Schuesters', once upon a time. Or it could be that I was afraid being around another baby would catapult me back to that scared little girl who just found out she was pregnant, but... oh, I was scared. Of a person that only weighed eight pounds, max. Quinn Fabray, afraid? When does that happen? Well, apparently, it happens a lot now. Joy.
But, anyway, I'm on the train and headed back to Yale, and I probably won't be home again until exams are done. Thank goodness for Skype and texting (and phone calls, of course), or it would be a long month and a bit. Sam and I are already texting - we're trying to give the people who are on the train with me backstories.
For instance: the goth girl two rows up is a successful publisher who mostly publishes romance instead of the supernatural stories she loves so much, which is why she's scowling as she scrolls through a word document.
And the man taking his watch apart is an aspiring Tony Stark, trying to figure out how to rebuild and repurpose the watch into an energy saving device that could power a whole block.
More to come later, but I am signing off for some tea and a quick FaceTime with my boy.
xo
Q
Spring Break was long and relaxing, just what I needed after so much rehearsal with the Blues and term papers and midterms. And yet it feels extremely short and quick at the same time. Sam is still staying with the Schuesters, so we stopped by on my first night to see Cadence and congratulate them. I know most of the Glee Club has already been by to see the newest member of the Schuester family, and I really should have come sooner - I had the time to take a weekend off an come home before now. It just took me this long to work up the nerve to actually come face to face with a baby.
Maybe it was that my baby was supposed to be the Schuesters', once upon a time. Or it could be that I was afraid being around another baby would catapult me back to that scared little girl who just found out she was pregnant, but... oh, I was scared. Of a person that only weighed eight pounds, max. Quinn Fabray, afraid? When does that happen? Well, apparently, it happens a lot now. Joy.
But, anyway, I'm on the train and headed back to Yale, and I probably won't be home again until exams are done. Thank goodness for Skype and texting (and phone calls, of course), or it would be a long month and a bit. Sam and I are already texting - we're trying to give the people who are on the train with me backstories.
For instance: the goth girl two rows up is a successful publisher who mostly publishes romance instead of the supernatural stories she loves so much, which is why she's scowling as she scrolls through a word document.
And the man taking his watch apart is an aspiring Tony Stark, trying to figure out how to rebuild and repurpose the watch into an energy saving device that could power a whole block.
More to come later, but I am signing off for some tea and a quick FaceTime with my boy.
xo
Q