She apprehensively pulled up to a parking space on the city street, because, it can’t be this easy. She hesitates, then turns off her car and hops out to look at the street signs. Perfectly legal to park, she found, and if the signs didn’t reassure her, the mob mentality of the five cars that pulled in right behind her did. She chuckled to herself watching several yogis exit their cars with their yoga mats and head in to the former school.
Yup, I’m in the right place, she thought to herself.
Life as a writer isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. (If you’ve seen the memes you know this.) There’s the agony of having stories inside of you and the inability to get them out of you fast enough. There’s the questioning of a blank page as it stares up at you, daring you to actually fill it with your own thoughts and words. There’s the procrastination as you do everything else on the planet other than sit down and write. These are all familiar and well documented. However, I want to notes another effect of living this writer lifestyle: Taking in the details.
You all know the deal with these posts: Work in Progress, or WIP, posts are excerpts from open writing projects. All writing is my own and in the rough draft phase. Take it (but don’t actually take it, copyright me and all that) for what it is!
Previous excerpts from this story can be found here and here.