Alicia bailed on us to do some packing. I felt bad and really should have helped her. She insisted that I go out with Amber. We picked up Jemma to replace her. It never occurred to me that Alicia might be tired. I hadn’t really processed what I had agreed to—or what I was giving up yet. I realize now my dear college friend had.
The week started with a booty call from Todd. My life has been so topsy-turvy in the last few weeks. Half the time I’m not sure what week it is, never mind the day. It doesn’t help that at the beginning of the year I was an intern and now I’m trying to blow off steam from a mega-merger. Things the school councillor could never prepare you for… But back to Todd.
So I spent Saturday and Sunday at my boyfriend’s—clothing optional. Best weekend ever! I was looking forward to get back in the trenches with Enrique to finish our secret deal, when Nico grabbed me for lunch. I knew from the moment she interrupted Enrique and I that something was up.
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So the potential client that was supposed to meet us in NYC two weeks ago, made a new appointment for like a couple of days, in Paris. I’ve always wanted to see Paris, just not on a day and a half’s notice, for business. That said, things are so close I can almost taste it.
Back in the Big Apple. Things only seem to happen in one of two speeds: fast or light speed. Missed a whole bunch of yoga—and Todd. Enrique comes by at least once a day to try to engage in chit-chat. Jemma usually shoes him away. I know I have this thing with Todd, but it doesn’t mean I don’t like seeing Enrique. And even his attempts at small talk by fishing for something to do […]
I spent the week diving headlong into work, which was easy since there’s always so much to do. I also hid myself away and avoided Enrique which became much easier when he went out-of-town for business. Jemma had no problem teasing me when ever an opportunity presented itself. I was just too embarrassed, though I’m not sure why. Yes, I’m not the kind of person who goes home with someone for a one night stand. […]
Back to that night. Enrique and I had danced close to each other for a few songs, our bodies rubbing against each other long after the slow songs had been replaced with uptempo funk. It wasn’t long before he grabbed my hand and pulled me from the dance floor. He temporarily stopped to longingly look at me then he kept going out a side door that in spite of its warning alerted no one to our exit. […]
The first book I wrote was done in about two months. I went to the library and spent the equivalent of a part-time job there, turning out scene after scene. Everyday I would be there at 9AM sharp as the doors opened and by 2PM I would wrap up, grab some lunch and head home.
Along with a good writing routine (which I’ll write about later), one of the most important things I’ve found useful for actually writing are the twin terrors of outlines and schedules. One really follows the other. For a second lets indulge in a fantasy for a second. For people who have never written anything I’m sure they image writers siting down at a typewriter (what decade is this?) and just vomiting out this magnum opus […]
