Thoughts on Writing, Forming Bonds, & the Apocalypse

Today at work, I had this unnatural urge to just put pen to paper and write.  It was the perfect setting - a chilly pool deck, empty save for one woman reading what I think was The Help, and me, with my writing tablet and my favorite pen from the high school newspaper awards last year.  I had some characters in my head, a few ideas, some plots.  The problem was, most of them are for larger projects I either have work done on or I have yet to begin, and none of them were going to become short stories I could knock out in the four hours I had left in my shift.  Nothing seemed right.

I hate that.  I love that drive to write, but I hate how it never seems to match up with the right ideas, the right words, the right remembering.  I would have continued a story I've already started, if I could remember specific details and where I'd left off.  But I had nothing - just myself, a pen and paper, and creativity taking me nowhere.

Of course, with one hour left in my shift at the pool, I remembered a brilliant idea I'd had and meant to work on, but I was already invested in my book and I was hoping to leave a little early since no one was swimming, and it didn't seem worth it.

That's what nighttime is for though, right?

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Thoughts on Late Night Conversations, Walking the Town, Zombies

This is running a tad late - if you're on the East Coast - but I've had a great evening with a friend I haven't seen in a long time.

Actually, NoLifeinABox and I are known for our late night conversations when we hang out. We touch on such a variety of subjects, that it's so much fun and gives us a lot to talk about. Whether it's talking about government and city infrastructure, or Zombies and the bacon meme, we enjoy eachother's company. It's the sign of a good relationship that we want to hang out and just talk about anything and everything. There are times we disagree, but we have a good sense of respect that despite the difference, it doesn't matter. Staying up late talking has happened on multiple occasions. A few times it's been with other friends - a going away party, actually - and just enjoying our last night together before parting ways for college.

Sola and I on numerous occasions used to stay up late chatting, laughing, and just having a blast being able to spend time together. Nothing wrong with a great person to have fantastic conversations with; it's something I've missed recently, with a shrinking social circle. I hunger to have long talks and just someone that I'm happy to be around that we can equally share the talking space.