05 January 2006

Characters.

I mentioned before that I read Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird during my time spent in Paris. Her book covers both an approach to life and an approach to writing. I find that since reading it, my attention to detail in the people I encounter on a daily basis is heightened. Everywhere I look, I see characters, or pieces of characters, that I want to use in my writing one day.

I'm going to jot down a few of them here, so I remember:

(1) the thin and slightly nervous-acting man, probably gay, who prefers to adopt older dogs so that he can make their last years peaceful and happy ones;

(2) the trio walking across a not-at-all-well-to-do street that I took on my way home tonight, who crossed the street walking so close together I could barely tell there were three of them, until I saw that two of them were a couple, the woman having her arm looped through one man's arm, as if he was escorting her down a flowered path;

(3) the barrista at my favorite coffee shop, who draw pictures or writes names that relate to the Cubs when he makes my non-fat latte every day;

(4) the African-American, drew herself out of poverty, religiously fervrent (or fervrently religous) secretary that I seem to continue to draw--this strikes me as interesting mainly because I find irony in the fact that I so often seem to work with those who are the polar opposite of my Caucasian, solidly middle class, agnostic/atheist self, but who are in so many other ways very, very similar to me;

(5) the slouching brown-haired guy in a once-starchy white (untucked) dress shirt, who ordered a very spare salad at Eatzi's tonight; and

(6) the guy who tells everyone he has green eyes, when his eyes are actually so brown that no one could ever think they are another color.

Just jottings . . . obviously, lots of details to be fleshed out.

Here's another Paris pic for ya, because I simply do not have the energy to create another account of the trip until I make it through this long-feeling work week:



This one is for those of you who lacked a white Christmas.

1 comments:

Videos by Professor Howdy said...

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If I could speak in any
language in heaven or
on earth but didn't love
others, I would only be
making meaningless noise
like a loud gong or a
clanging cymbal. If I
had the gift of prophecy,
and if I knew all the
mysteries of the future
and knew everything
about everything, but
didn't love others, what
good would I be? And
if I had the gift of faith
so that I could speak
to a mountain and make
it move, without love
I would be no good to
anybody. If I gave
everything I have to
the poor and even
sacrificed my body,
I could boast about it;
but if I didn't love others,
I would be of no value
whatsoever. Love is
patient and kind. Love
is not jealous or boastful
or proud or rude. Love
does not demand its
own way. Love is not
irritable, and it keeps
no record of when it
has been wronged.
It is never glad about
injustice but rejoices
whenever the truth
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gives up, never loses
faith, is always hopeful,
and endures through
every circumstance.

May You Always
Experience This
Kind Of Love,
Dr. Howdy