Collected, as the lunch hour slips by, in a bookstore chain cafe. Surrounded by sound, I filter and select, seeking the unusual word, phrase, expression... To my left, a Dell laptop is rapidly purchased, through a six-minute meeting, all vagaries set aside, seller and buyer keeping it to a bare minimum -they had never seen each other. A few minutes after their departure, a couple of talkative characters, highly learned in the ways of TV shows, discuss the world in a most loquacious exchange of critical ideas and thoughtfully formulated opinions. Behind me, two senior citizens, comfortably anchored in two soft leather bound seats, argue, with rich dialectic repartees, what with society, the fall of mankind, the generational cultural demise... All is mixed in, and I'm not sure what the outcome of any of it happens to have been, as I turn off the monitor, and pack my belongings, stand, and ready my noisy-self to exit the building.
In search of inspiration, or sometimes in the spirit of procrastination, every detail counts.
From this window into a writer's most personal corner, I trust you have glimpsed, deduced, determined, concluded, etc. etc... that the creative path is not for the faint of heart.
Otherwise, busy fingertips, a deluge of keystrokes, deeply pensive looks, odd pantomimed monologues -enacted in public of course, a critically raised eyebrow thrown here and there -to the best of my ability, is what I am all about.
Be well, and do support the arts.
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