So, I had a bit of a comedy act this morning which went well along with my anxiety-fear mode of going through some of my NaNoWriMo plans because this wasn’t – today at least – so much about writing opposed to actually playing this make believe part of writer – my version anyway. Well, it ended with my noticing I had been strutting the streets with my jeans zipper undone and began with my super cool detachable keyboard being uncharged once I arrived at my destination. I charged the Ipad but forgot the keyboard. Ugh. Oh, wait! Miracle: there is an on button besides the bluetooth connection. Luck, determination, drive, I don’t know what made me try that other button but alas, it worked and I was committed for sure.
I sat in the cafe after about 2 hours of unexpected delays from phone calls to looking for my earrings I just saw to loosing my phone somewhere on the heap of clothing on my bed to spending – not kidding – 18 minutes looking for my keys in the high heeled boots. By the time I found them my feet were killing me because while the boots look hot, they weren’t made for walking – much. There were more little funnies which led to my finally getting to the cafe and my cappuccino, the perfect seat (after a one person musical chairs act to get my full feel right) and a moment to catch my breath but they are not things I want to admit. Really. The unzipped jeans was plenty…ok, the fake fur was plenty.
I wore this really cool white fake fur vest that I really love but the damn thing shed like an Australian Shepherd in August. I looked like I had rolled around with dogs all day at the Funny Farm and that made me self conscious more than the vest itself. I looked fashionable but felt not quite me because I don’t normally wear vests or fur, never-mind both combined. Yet, I loved the look but it was one of those fashionable outfits that everyone notices.
I had a 15 minute walk where all I could think was, wow, this is what it must feel like to be Lady Gaga, or a sheep dog with heeled boots and a purse, cause I got a lot of looks. It was part of the purpose as some of this experience directly fueled my word count success but I really didn’t expect to feel the various emotions which crossed from feeling like I was weird to amazing. It depended how well I balanced on the uneven pavement. The good here was that I:
1. Faced a fear which was wearing a fur vest and actually telling strangers about my zipper undone in the city
2. I used the emotions from the experience in real time and placed it into my character introduction, my deliberate intent
3. I kept a personal promise and goal (really, nothing beats that)
So, moving on… below are a few pics of my journey.
What I love about Wiesbaden is the fact that in the vicinity of one glance you can get the true feel of European architecture and and in my opinion, a bit of Americana as well. The cigarette machine reminds me of truck stop cafes on a desert road in the late afternoon sun, Marlboro man somewhere around with his blue jeans and white shirt, know what I mean? Hot sun. Desert. Blue jeans and …yeah, I went there when I sat alone writing. Of course I did.
Back to photos: To start, this is my super cool Ipad case and keyboard my husband gave me as a gift. I LOVE it for function and looks. And, I’m writing my entire novel on Evernote so anywhere I find time I can sit and have access to my latest version! Super cool. Highly recommend both.
Here’s a self portrait. You can see a little bit, I’m sure, the fur vest to which I referred above,right?
And here is clearly European architecture. In fact, its part of a wall from the Friedrich-Kaiser Therme Bad (bath), which I’ll discuss at a later time. That’s where all the naked people go.
And lastly, the scene I’d imagine from Lana Del Rey’s “Blue Jeans” song, or just Marlboro man. Thing is though, I gave up this scene a long time ago, especially the cigarettes. Best decision I ever made. I do have a soft spot, though, for those kind of men. It must be remnant of a song about the Marlboro man and his shiny gun. (remember that? I’ll look it up and come back to link it)
Day one was a success at 1646 word count. Day two I sit on my behind at home and write in my bathrobe and slippers. This way I can heal my feet from the boots that weren’t made for walking.
*published via Ipad app. Will come back with links & update this weekend from my desktop. So much easier.
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