I’m out of town today, so I thought I would recycle this “draft” that never made it to “publish.”
Disclaimer: For entertainment purposes only.
All I wanted was some silence. I rushed across the library, my customized orthotic sneaker squeaking with every step. I tried to be quiet, but my limp seemed to advertise my presence. I slipped the laptop out of the bag, but it crashed onto the desk. The power cord followed, thudding to the floor.
It was then that I looked up and saw the army that had gathered to wash the windows. Ladders clanked against the side of the building, trucks beeped as they backed up. Squeegees joined the chorus, followed by the windshield-wiper-looking scrapers.
There is no quiet in the library today. My plan to rewrite some stories for submission has been thrown out the window. Sorry, bad pun. The other folks sitting here look up from their books to watch the workers. Okay, so it’s Friday and it’s been a rather rough week but aren’t they all?
What is it I’m supposed to be doing? Should I bite the bullet and get a boring office job, or just keep hitting the keyboard, hoping that the Divine Inspiration will show forth? Do I really have anything new to say? Okay, I do, but does anyone really want to hear it? Or read it?
How to take all those incidents and accidents, emotions that I still haven’t processed and make them into a readable story that will have a meaning, a moral, a message, a proverb, an analogy, or just for fun?
Maybe I just haven’t had a Chicken Soup for the Soul kind of life. That’s okay. Lots of people don’t. I do need a little work on how to write conversation; I am a little rusty at that. On second thought, why couldn’t I write a Chicken Soup story? I can “embellish” a little…
Ringgg. The lady in the next cubicle just got a phone call. That’s not allowed in the library. But who cares? No one really comes here for quiet, do they? “This is Dawn, I’m trying to use your website, and I’m stuck, I can’t get out when I click cancel.” I don’t know, unplug it, and take the battery out of the laptop? That’s what I do.
I’m hungry. I hate being hungry, it’s so distracting. I’ll eat later, in front of the TV like life should be.
I know, I’ll write a post about why I can’t write a post today!
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I enjoyed this post ~ It’s so true….sometimes you just can’t find the peace you are seeking. As for writing conversations, I talk out loud to myself as the characters and soon the words come out. Good luck with your plans.
Hi Terri, Thanks for your comments. It means the world to me that people like you are concerned with my plans.
This was a wonderful little story! I could so totally put myself there…LOL! I haven’t been writing lately like I want to. I have a tendency to put everything else first. (writing is self indulgence for me) Self imposed critic, I rarely write something and just hit “publish” without reading it 15 times and tweaking it just a bit. Yes..yes I know I am being anal. But I am trying to be better… Hope you are having a good day today SueAnn 🙂
Hi Courtney, yes sometimes my inner critic takes over and kills the creative process. I know what you mean. Other times I hit “publish” without really reading it over, and find that I repeat myself 🙂 Oh well, we keep trying!