Sometimes I’m the Toe, Sometimes I’m the Shoe
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I’m trying to lace myself into writing mode.
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There is always an impulse to squirm free, to kick off my shoes, to indulge in short term desires instead of buckling down and working on my longer range goals. Since I’ve returned from Europe mid-July, I’ve had no discipline.
Working from home this summer has been a series of disgruntled failures as I attempt to push past the rereading on my existing chapters, interspersed with episodes of the Great British Bake Off on Netflix, and territorial arguments with my teen about ownership of the ripe avocados.
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To corral the worst of these tendencies I’ve hit the road–again. Looking for an oasis of calm that will let me dip into a pool of creative productivity long enough to get this book finished, or at least restarted.
The search has me roaming from coffee shop to roastery, testing the unfriendly remodeling of the Starbucks and Peet’s of the world, against the local squat spots redolent in sticky floors and mediocrity of brew. There are gems, but my restless nature makes it hard to settle, hard to write long enough to own them.
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Today I’m warming up in a sentimental favorite – the cafe my daughter had breakfast club every Wednesday before class. On days they needed an extra driver to schlep them back to school, I’d bring my laptop and actually work as they lounged on couches and chairs, hands flying as they conversed in sign language between bites of croissant. Her middle-school days are long behind her, so I’m not sure why I’ve ignored it for so long.
It’s convenient–blocks away from the house–fronting a main street. It’s prime viewing for the parade of west Marin esoterica wandering by, picture windows flooding the cafe with light without eye aching screen glare. Tables fill a room hugged with outlets and power strips–with a glass mug of foam and liquid fortitude at your elbow, laptop at the ready, what more does the serious writer need?
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And if the cold hash reality hits, and the words stop flowing, the Elgin side chairs provide excellent back support as you slump over your keyboard in despair.
Yeah.
Sometimes you are the toe, sometimes the shoe. Today I’m trying to be the laces.
Wish me luck.
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LE Franks lives in the SF Bay area and writes M/M Romance in a unique mix of humor and drama with enough suspense to produce fast paced stories filled with emotion and passion and featuring characters that are quirky and complicated and sometimes a little bit dark. LE Franks is a best selling author and finalist for 2013 & 2014 Rainbow Awards. Her books are available through her publishers at MLR Press, Dreamspinner Press, and Pride Publishing and online bookstores.
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