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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.
October 29….
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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