On my way to meet my friends, a woman approached me on the subway. It was after traditional dinner time, so I probably shouldn’t fault her for being heavily intoxicated. She claimed to be a biker, but that didn’t really jibe with her riding the subway.
I met my friends at a bar called Hemmingway’s. Whenever we go there, I wonder what it would have been like to be a writer then. Did they have it easier than we do now? Was there a more willing audience? Were publishers more willing to take a chance on someone unknown? Without facebook and instagram, how did they pester people into buying their work?
My friends asked me about my blog. I explained that I enjoyed writing it, regardless of how much response I get. I might not be a published author, but I am writing words that people are reading. I am getting a chance to get my voice out there.
I also explained that writing takes practice, and the blog provides practice not only in writing, but also editing, rewriting, and marketing.
On my way home, waiting at the bus terminal for the bus that would eventually get me home, I heard a tap tap tap sound that pulled me away from the book I was trying to read (Kerouac’s Dharma Bums). I imagined that it was a strong female wearing high heels and dressed in a power suit. I imagined that she had on a trench coat and probably vaped.
When the tapping grew louder, I craned my neck to see if my observations were right. She was a beautiful tall woman in rather tall high heels, dressed in black and looking severe. I had been wrong, but somehow, I didn’t mind.
On my bus, a woman boarded with three young boys who were out past their bedtimes. They had obviously been to the Blue Jays game (sadly for the boys the home team lost). They looked as if they had had the best experience of their young lives. They were exhausted, but their smiles couldn’t be erased.
I left the bus with fantastic music playing in my ears. My front door and then my bed beckoned….and I thought I should blog rather than sleep. I won’t know if I was right until tomorrow morning.