“I love to drink coffee with people in the morning. And I love to drink coffee in the morning with no one in my fucking face – Excuse my soul.”
— Jack Kerouac, from a letter to Allen Ginsberg
Hello dear readers. Thank you for stopping by on this cold and gloomy day for a bit of coffee and conversation. Days like this are for laying under thick blankets, drinking hot tea, cocoa out of big mugs, and watching TV. Days like this are for staying in your pajamas all day. BUT I want to be productive. There is so much work to be done around the house and a little shopping later. I needed a reason to get up and get moving, and coffee date with you is just the excuse I needed to get me out of bed and dressed.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this past week was a loooooong one. Working for the school district this wasn’t surprising. The week before had been a short one, plus we got a surprise snow day, and this week was one before a three-day weekend. We were still adjusting to the regular schedule and looking forward to another break. Time slowed to a crawl in all that fatigue and anticipation.
On Friday our boss’s boss’s boss came in to talk to us about the hiring shortage and what courses of action the district may be considering. None of it sounded good even though they did their best to sugar coat the situation. As a result, my coworkers were tense, and things turned negative quickly. The future seems pretty bleak, but I feel a renewed motivation to work on finding a way to start making money through writing.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that the highlight of the week was the Pulp Fiction movie party at The Alamo Drafthouse Friday night. I had been looking forward to it all week, and through all the frustration and fatigue I stayed positive because I knew I was going to get to sit in a movie theater and see my favorite movie of all time on the big screen. Plus, hearing a hundred or so people quoting along to every f-bomb that Samuel L. Jackson drops is hilarious.
Pulp Fiction is one of those films that you catch something new every time you see it. This last time I realized that near the end when Butch is heading back to his apartment to retrieve his father’s watch, he passes an open window where a radio advertisement for Jack Rabbit Slim’s is playing. The same Jack Rabbit Slim’s restaurant that Mia and Vince eat at earlier in the film.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that this coming week is going to be a hard one. I’m spending my day off facing one of my biggest fears, the doctor’s office. It’s been years since I’ve seen a doctor and in that time my body has been falling apart day by day. I have joint pain throughout my body, gastrointestinal problems, peripheral neuropathy, migraines, plus anxiety and panic attacks. I’m sure we will only get to a few of my issues, but it will be a start. I have to get over my fear so I can get well.
The rest of the week I’ll be working, working, working. Most people like to work more, or at least they like when they get paid more for working more, but I don’t always feel like that. I like to have time to write, even if it’s only few minute to write for myself. But this week we have a new class starting, and I have some testing to catch up on. So I might not be around much. Trust me, I’m not happy about it either.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that whatever free time I will have I’ll be working on a piece of Femsplain about mental illness that I really hope will be chosen for their online publication and a set of poems for Platypus Press’s upcoming anthology A Portrait in Blues.
I’ve been published in Femsplain before but the last few pieces I’ve submitted haven’t been chosen. I keep trying though because I love what they do.
I’ve only recently discovered Platypus Press, though, and it has been my dream ever since to be published by them. They seem to have an eye for emotional and intense writing, and if they chose me one day, I would know I was on the right track. Plus, I love how hard they work to promote their writers. They seem like a good home for my work, one day when my work is worthy that is.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that time has seemed to slip away from me and I really must get going if I want to accomplish anything. The Christmas tree has to come down to-day, and I need to get across town for some grocery shopping. It’s been great chatting with you, and if you have a moment before you leave, I’d love if you dropped a comment below and let me know how you have been.
Until next time :)
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