9.26 Kiwi
Damn, have I been dragging my feet on this. So, I’ve been working on a second book for what seems like forever. The problem has been that it’s much more deeply personal than I originally thought or intended. It’s a novel, actually a manuscript I wrote a while ago. I resurrected it about six months ago, re-read what I always regarded as not so great. However, as I read, I realized that with some re-writing, it could really be something unique and special. The story is sound, the characters fresh. My opinion of the manuscript changed and I found a new energy inside those words.
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9.25 The Invisible Man
People can tell.
On my way to an appointment, I stepped off the subway and made my way through some tunnels to above ground. An older gentleman stopped me halfway up the stairs and asked if I had some extra change for access to public transportation. I handed him whatever remaining change was in my pocket and we chatted for a few minutes.
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9.24 The Silverfox
Most mornings in the summer, I get up early and bring my coffee outside on the balcony. I was never really a morning person, but as I get older, I find myself rising at odd hours. My balcony, at least in the summer, helps to ease myself into the day. Coffee doesn't hurt either.
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9.23 At Your Service
Nosing around the pasta aisle at my local grocery store, trying to decide between tomato or Alfredo sauce, a tiny older lady approached me. "Excuse me," she said. "Do you have any of that whole wheat pasta?" I looked around and realized she was talking to me.
She hadn't yet noticed that I didn't work at the store and continued, "I'm looking for linguine noodles, specifically." I said, "Oh, ah, I don't actually work here." She just shrugged and shuffled away. I grabbed a box of pasta and ran after her, saying, "Wait, here's your whole wheat pasta!"
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