One Day in Kansas City
Today we were asked to write about anything; pick a location and write. At first my reaction was to jump in celebration, this is what I have been waiting for, what I’ve needed--time to write, for fun, no questions. But I sit here in this beautiful library and all i can think of is all the things that plague my mind.
I am worried that my presentation will not be what I want it to be or that I haven’t done enough somehow. I worry that my bank account will freeze--I only have to get to Tuesday. I wonder how my money doesn’t get all the way to the next check; and every month I blame it on something else.
The buildings on The Plaza and the apartments off of Ward Parkway are built in a similar style, very Spanish. When I am on the Plaza I feel like I am on vacation. I always see something different. Today’s view I can’t see the shopping or the stores so high end I might not have ever heard of them. Today I see the dome in the middle, the spires, the towers, the brick, the orange brick, the lattice.
Designed to not look like the rest of the city--designed to stand out, to be stunning and noteworthy. Designed to snub the city and the suburbs. Very dramatic, I know.
We’ve dined today in Westport. I have never been to Westport other than Half Price Books and Ernie Biggs. Terry and I need to date more. We’ve been together for eight years, we go on dates, and we’re getting married in a year--but we have not explored KC or Westport, or anywhere.
In allowing my job to be the only experience I have in Missouri and this is no longer acceptable. Terry wants me to write again. He says I’m a good writer. The SI makes me want to write more. I want to write--I want to be able to make everything sound like a story and give detail like a real writer now all I can do is practice. Jeff Baxter said today, “Just start...there are no mistakes .”
What if I started a blog--an essay a week or so--something to practice with. My students and most likely my friends would enjoy it. My mom even asked for details of my writing. I have a google blogger, I have a weebly website. There really is no excuse not to write. My animal stories, the stories of the neighborhood, and of course The Tales of Fay and Lou make good material. What if Terry and I start exploring KC and then I could blog. This sounds like so much fun. My whole life can’t be school.
I am worried that my presentation will not be what I want it to be or that I haven’t done enough somehow. I worry that my bank account will freeze--I only have to get to Tuesday. I wonder how my money doesn’t get all the way to the next check; and every month I blame it on something else.
The buildings on The Plaza and the apartments off of Ward Parkway are built in a similar style, very Spanish. When I am on the Plaza I feel like I am on vacation. I always see something different. Today’s view I can’t see the shopping or the stores so high end I might not have ever heard of them. Today I see the dome in the middle, the spires, the towers, the brick, the orange brick, the lattice.
Designed to not look like the rest of the city--designed to stand out, to be stunning and noteworthy. Designed to snub the city and the suburbs. Very dramatic, I know.
We’ve dined today in Westport. I have never been to Westport other than Half Price Books and Ernie Biggs. Terry and I need to date more. We’ve been together for eight years, we go on dates, and we’re getting married in a year--but we have not explored KC or Westport, or anywhere.
In allowing my job to be the only experience I have in Missouri and this is no longer acceptable. Terry wants me to write again. He says I’m a good writer. The SI makes me want to write more. I want to write--I want to be able to make everything sound like a story and give detail like a real writer now all I can do is practice. Jeff Baxter said today, “Just start...there are no mistakes .”
What if I started a blog--an essay a week or so--something to practice with. My students and most likely my friends would enjoy it. My mom even asked for details of my writing. I have a google blogger, I have a weebly website. There really is no excuse not to write. My animal stories, the stories of the neighborhood, and of course The Tales of Fay and Lou make good material. What if Terry and I start exploring KC and then I could blog. This sounds like so much fun. My whole life can’t be school.