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This started as a writing exercise as I sat at the coffee shop observing people for character development.
Reading over it one day I decided to write a short story based on the characters. I kept it in the form of a journal.
It’s two days after my fifty-sixth birthday…oh… almost said twenty-six but that is how I feel inside. It is hard some days to keep feeling that I have time to reach a goal. Yes, I feel young, and then I pass the mirror and see time has not forgotten me. Sure my hair is silver but I was in my twenties when that started, premature I’d say then, but not now. My face doesn’t have the river of wrinkles some women my age have, but anyone can tell at first glance that I belong to AARP.
Now here I am sitting at the coffee shop that is inside the bookstore, sipping on a large dark coffee. Bought another book today, trying to purchase a new book each week. Keep reading every day. Keep writing every day this is the goal for my new life. Retirement and living fifty-six years - I have to have a plan.
The clerk at the coffee shop is very friendly. An African-American woman in her late 40’s, maybe early 50’s, plump with short curly hair, glasses and a classic face, regular looking not a beauty but not unattractive. She would be the type that would dress up well. Seems to be confidant, caring, would be the person you want for your friend. Kind of reminds me of Aretha Franklin, yes she is my Aretha Franklin. Her words to me as she handed me my coffee was “Your hair is so pretty.” Fifty-six, yes I do need to hear those words.
Becoming a writer at this age is not unheard of. Baby Boomers can achieve anything we want. We are a positive group, but try telling that to the young generation, they are in charge now. So I dream seeing my first novel on the bestseller list - sure that is a dream.
I thought coming to the coffee shop might give me inspiration to become that writer. Keep a journal they say, so I’m starting a journal. If I hadn’t given up my dream of writing to be a wife and mother maybe I could look over to a whole section in the bookstore just for my novels - again in my dreams.
Observe people this will create characters, this will help me be a writer and will also keep me friendly. Be friendly and friendly energy comes to you! Whatever. I’m fifty-six now, what can I say - be friendly - think young. Oh please don’t let me be old and fade away.
Make note: Come to coffee shop once a week for inspiration. Write during the rest of the week...
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