Impressions of a True Food at dinnertime 

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

A tattoo on the girl’s wrist.

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Impressions of the food court in Orland Square Mall

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The tall, middle-aged man with the childlike haircut and pudgy face points in the direction of a Taco Bell as he watches his elderly mother shuffle her way up the ramp to the food court.

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Saturday Inspiration

“Ballast yourself with reality, then throw yourself into the sea. The sea is inspiration. That’s what we’re looking for: the release into the unconscious that comes up with images. You’re dealing with images.” —

Wynn Handman

This is from the documentary, ‘It Takes A Lunatic’. In it, you learn about Wynn’s life in the theater. He’s an acting coach, and so this quote describes the creative process. We as writers are actors as well. We delve into our characters and mumble their words and thoughts.

The most important part of this quote is when he talks of ballasting ourselves in reality. We must, he says, start with our lives and what we’re going through before we can delve into creation and the sea of the unconscious that swims us like fish.

This is exactly where I’m at now, and you will one day be here too. To allow that sea to take you, you must ready yourself with the fact that you will be taken.

Impressions of a coffee shop in Edgewater

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The crying baby is more a moaning sleepy cry than a loud, shrill, and it comes and goes in ways that make it more a conversation to the mother that isn’t there. Continue reading “Impressions of a coffee shop in Edgewater”

After NaNoWriMo

I started my next book in November for #nanowrimo2019 and working on finishing the first draft by the end of the year. 81,551 words of the book so far. It’s a mess that will take some time to clean up. But that’s why I love rough drafts—making a mess! 😊

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@chicagogrind is where I do most of my writing. This particular item is called the Almond Joy. Something off their old menu. If you like caffeinated chocolate and coconut, ask for it. Super delicious!

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Back to it. Have a great day, creators!

Impressions of the downtown Chicago city streets from a Lavazza cafe on a Saturday afternoon

Throughout the week, I write down moments out of the day about fascinating details of the environment and the people around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

Two moms walk past carrying white plastic bags shoulder high while digging in their coats for their phones. They each chew with their teeth flashing as if chomping on nuts. Continue reading “Impressions of the downtown Chicago city streets from a Lavazza cafe on a Saturday afternoon”

Impressions from a Sunday Train

Throughout the week, through all the stress and the busyness, I take a moment out of the day to write down some details about the environment around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The middle aged man with the grey-brown hair lifts the bud from his left ear and listens as the train’s conductor mumbles something he thinks is important.

A smile brims to the lips of the man across from me watching his phone.

The Asian man sleeps next to me with his arms crossed.

I look at the Greek letters K A P sewn into a young man’s hoodie. A renegade string has come undone from the orange trim that surrounds the blue letters. Its presence is menacing and free.

The woman’s pinky and ring fingers curl as her middle finger curls as she points to the things on her phone.

The older man standing in front of me gestures with his left hand. It is worn, hairy, slightly tanned. His wedding band glimmers.

The young man next to me, brown hair and blue eyes, sees without seeing.

Everyone’s running shoes are new: marathon day.

• A young child hides behind his uncle in the train seat.

A woman looks out with large brown eyes to the sky.

Impressions of an Andersonville Dive Bar

Throughout the week, through all the stress and the busyness, I take a moment out of the day to write down some details about the environment around me. I’ll be posting them here every Monday.

The dark blue light bathing the vintage cash register. Continue reading “Impressions of an Andersonville Dive Bar”