Cincinatti, OH -- August 13, 2007
Today, I talked to a lot of white women. And, I think that’s okay. The purpose of my trip, is to become a better writer. These are the women for whom I might be writing my novel. That’s okay.
I think I’m in a scene that I’ve been craving for a long time. I’m drinking a decaf coffee nd have a little bit of the buzz, feel great even though the air conditioning is a little chilly and my shoulders are needing a sweatshirt, but I’m in such a groove with writing that I don’t want to stop to dig through my pack and put it on. And my shoes are still a little damp from the Buffalo rainstorm. Or maybe from sweat from walking so much.
The coffee shop is packed. It’s called Sitwells and is on Ludlow. I got the recommendation from the woman at American Apparel.
Once again, like in Chicago, I fell into the “tiny San Francisco” trap and got off the bus way early for getting to the North Side neighborhood. I should ask people. I don’t know why I don’t. I like to appear local. I had just gotten off the bus when the shops looked interesting and I had that sort of vibe I’d expected.
Today, I talked to a lot of white women. And, I think that’s okay. The purpose of my trip, is to become a better writer. These are the women for whom I might be writing my novel. That’s okay.
Am not going to get a hotel room tonight. The bus leaves at 4:15am and it’s good enough to just stay in the coffee shop until 2am….if I had a hotel room, I’d want one with wireless and I wouldn’t go to bed anyway, or I’d stay in bed awake wishing I was posting my blog. I crave being caught up so that I can be doing this in real time. I am glad Liz had pressed me about doing the blog as I go along. It’s place is now, and sitting at a computer writing is something I love doing. It’s balance. Why shouldn’t I spend these glorious two months of freedom doing something I love doing—sitting in front of a computer drinking decaf coffee and recharging. I need to recharge, have that internal time. It makes me happy. I’ve been thinking about the characters of my new novel, thinking about how it can be a good novel.
I think that I’m learning on this trip something that cannot be taught in a book. I am getting the vibe of what makes a book good. I could be talking to people all in San Francisco, but it’s this nation as a whole that’s going to make me a bestseller. I am learning how to be a bestselling author. And a good author. Or, more importanty, to figure out who my audience is. To view the profession of author with value and pride. Roads are built for people. Books are built for people, too. It can’t be bumpy, or maybe it can be, sometimes we do need to get off the beaten path, but it has to get people somewhere, and most likely, they’re going to pick up a book that has a destination they like. End of analogy.
When I see “Adam’s House of Fashion” I don’t want to photograph and email to him.
Talked to Adam this morning, which was good. He was in Maine, ahd been swimming in a lake after his run. He is being a goat. I need to be more of a goat. Though, I was one
I think I’m in a scene that I’ve been craving for a long time. I’m drinking a decaf coffee nd have a little bit of the buzz, feel great even though the air conditioning is a little chilly and my shoulders are needing a sweatshirt, but I’m in such a groove with writing that I don’t want to stop to dig through my pack and put it on. And my shoes are still a little damp from the Buffalo rainstorm. Or maybe from sweat from walking so much.
The coffee shop is packed. It’s called Sitwells and is on Ludlow. I got the recommendation from the woman at American Apparel.
Once again, like in Chicago, I fell into the “tiny San Francisco” trap and got off the bus way early for getting to the North Side neighborhood. I should ask people. I don’t know why I don’t. I like to appear local. I had just gotten off the bus when the shops looked interesting and I had that sort of vibe I’d expected.
Today, I talked to a lot of white women. And, I think that’s okay. The purpose of my trip, is to become a better writer. These are the women for whom I might be writing my novel. That’s okay.
Am not going to get a hotel room tonight. The bus leaves at 4:15am and it’s good enough to just stay in the coffee shop until 2am….if I had a hotel room, I’d want one with wireless and I wouldn’t go to bed anyway, or I’d stay in bed awake wishing I was posting my blog. I crave being caught up so that I can be doing this in real time. I am glad Liz had pressed me about doing the blog as I go along. It’s place is now, and sitting at a computer writing is something I love doing. It’s balance. Why shouldn’t I spend these glorious two months of freedom doing something I love doing—sitting in front of a computer drinking decaf coffee and recharging. I need to recharge, have that internal time. It makes me happy. I’ve been thinking about the characters of my new novel, thinking about how it can be a good novel.
I think that I’m learning on this trip something that cannot be taught in a book. I am getting the vibe of what makes a book good. I could be talking to people all in San Francisco, but it’s this nation as a whole that’s going to make me a bestseller. I am learning how to be a bestselling author. And a good author. Or, more importanty, to figure out who my audience is. To view the profession of author with value and pride. Roads are built for people. Books are built for people, too. It can’t be bumpy, or maybe it can be, sometimes we do need to get off the beaten path, but it has to get people somewhere, and most likely, they’re going to pick up a book that has a destination they like. End of analogy.
When I see “Adam’s House of Fashion” I don’t want to photograph and email to him.
Talked to Adam this morning, which was good. He was in Maine, ahd been swimming in a lake after his run. He is being a goat. I need to be more of a goat. Though, I was one
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