Me2You

To Andy

Meeting at Starbucks with you drinking your typical black coffee and my snacking on dried mango was alwayso something to look forward to. (Ended with a preposition and not changing it.) It wasn’t always the mangoes that made these times memorable, but the fact that we would tell each other what happened that week, share our ideas and philosophies on life, talk about the latest book you’d been reading, and talk about al l the beautiful people we saw while we were people watching.
Do you remember one particular time we talked about my creative writing class from high school and how we had to write a twilight zone story? I told you I couldnt remember exactly what the story was except that it dealt a lot with the meanings of names and a hotel? I believe I told you I would let you know more about it if I ever found it again. Today, while I was rummaging through the attic to find a tripod, I found it laying on top of a tall stack of books and folders. It sounds fictional, but it was like it was waiting for me to find it. My other creative writing projects were placed elsewhere but all together. Everything except this. I named it ‘The Maluum Hotel’ and even used my pen name as tbe author.
After reading through it, I have come to the conclusion that I am going to revise it some morr and keep working on it. But before I start changing everything, I wanted to share a part of it with you.

She wanted to get out of Charlotte’s way as soon as possible to avoid anymore awkward happenings
She walked toward the elevators thinking about what exactly she was going.to wear tomorrow, or the next day, considering what she told Charlotte about her not having any belongings. Sophie didn’t really mind though, it was late and she was hungry and tired and had too much to think about already. She arrived at the elevators to find no one waiting there. The circular elevator doors were all closed and she looked for a button to press. There wasn’t one. ‘How curious,’ she thought. She peered back at Charlotte who was reading her book. Again, this time, her feet upon the desk with her shoes off. Sophie hadn’t even noticed there had been music playing. It was the sappy acoustic guitar music most malls played. She spun back towards the elevators to find herself staring into a man’s front side.

That’s all for now. It’s out of context, but oh well. I found myself really loving certain words or phrases I wrote, but mostly found myself confused and dissatisfied with most paragraphs. But I guess that’s the beauty of editing.

Let me know what you think, Andy.

Failure

Failing failing failing

starts to look like 

Falling falling falling

starts to sound like 

bawling bawling bawling

starts to seem like

crying crying crying

starts to feel like

raining raining raining

starts to want to 

calming calming calming

starts to need to 

breathing breathing breathing

starts to lead to 

seeing seeing seeing 

starts to realize that

feeling feeling feeling

starts to be

okay.