Bummin' You Out
It's a little crazy how writing can be so satisfying and yet so tedious and wrenching at the same time. I'm sitting here in a cafe in OTR, drinking a latte and trying to ignore that there's a cold draft coming in from the window next to me. I know that – logically – there are moments during the winter months when I'm NOT freezing. It hasn't even been THAT cold this winter so far. I just can't remember that most of the time. The cold feels like a constant fog soaking in my fingertips, my shoulders – even my nose when I'm trying to sleep. Today I tried to stop by a store I'd briefly talked to last summer about carrying Olive & Clyde cards – I'd gotten myself all psyched up, prepared what I was going to say, packaged cards to show the owner, even gotten some prepared for retail display in case she was up for taking cards now. But what happens once I walk downtown? The store isn't there anymore. So now I'm writing in a coffee shop instead...