Out For Eye Candy
I definitely should go out more often. Apparently good things happen when you leave the house. Yes, there’s a story to this, and it’s totally G-rated… well, maybe PG, given the things I was thinking, but I’m not sharing those.
So, yesterday, when the heat of the day began to crank up, I decided to descend on my local Starbucks for a frappachino, wifi and some writing in AC. It was a good plan that had worked out on Friday. This time was way better than Friday though. This time, there was a really hot guy that showed up. And stayed. For a few hours. What was a girl to do? I stayed and enjoyed the view. And the looks we exchanged. He started out on the patio but eventually moved inside. I don’t think it was too cold on the patio either, though I would never assume I can take the credit.
No, nothing other than glances were exchanged, but it’s my plan to go back today around the same time and see if he’s there again. A girl can hope, right?
Um, there was something else I was supposed to talk about here… Oh yeah, Devan. I’m sorry. I still love Devan, but he has this achilles heel of not being real, where the guy at Starbucks is. I don’t know him, but I can always tack on a mental “yet” to that statement. Oh well. In any case, in between all those glances, I did still manage to do some writing, adding to what I did before going there and after I went home. Yesterday’s total was 5,929, which is pretty damn good after tossing down 7,386 on Friday. That brings me to a total of 66,760 as of last night. Yeah, I know. I blew past 60k like it was nothing. Write me the ticket. I’ll pay it while laughing my head off.
It’s been a good weekend so far, the heat notwithstanding. One more day and then I’ll be back at the day job and writing nights, but I enjoy these long writing weekends. It renews my drive to keep writing more, editing harder, to learn and grow so I can eventually make it as a full time writer. I want these kinds of days to be my every day. Mentally, I’m ready. Soon enough… Always assuming I find an audience for my books, or I should say a big enough one. Again, the Dream, the goal I work toward. I think I’ll get there, though. I think it’s in me to get there. I just have to follow the path for now, one foot in front of the other.