writing, my city, zzz

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I need sleep. Maybe I will finish the draft tomorrow, and maybe I will not.

Today was a very excellent day. This made it harder to write when I finally did get home and sat down, because my head was full of that excellence and not of the novel. So I wrote a draft LJ post to get the excellence out of my head so I could write the novel. Because I have nowhere better to save it, it's going here, under an LJ cut.

This is happening as a draft post so that I can get the day out of my head and onto paper, so that maybe I can get a little bit of work done on my novel tonight.

Today was helping my mother run a garage-type sale. Including selling my sister's drumset. "There's a... cowbell... I think that's a cowbell." "I don't know anything about drums, but I think it's a good set. ... It's very loud." (And yet. They bought it.) It was the most contact with kids that I've had in ages. Kids have energy. Teens my age are lethargic compared to them, slow-moving.

Today was reading the sixth book of the Dark Tower series on the bus. It was the sun coming out, and eating bland popcorn but not caring.

It was realizing on the bus home that there's a farmer's market on Nicollet Avenue, and watching the stalls of fruit and vegetables slide past the bus windows. It was the buskers on the street corner that I turned to watch at a red light, and couldn't quite hear through the bus windows. Thinking about getting off and listening--but my next bus wouldn't come for a while. It was emailing aliseadae back and forth, snarking about the new Harry Potter movie. It was going out and sitting on damp grass in the evening to watch the light fade and hear a band play.

It was thinking, God, I love this city. Its people. Its buildings. Its music and art and noise.

Tell me again--why am I going away to college?