Writing Life

Writing in Public

I'm sitting in the waiting room at the garage. Head down, typing away on my NEO. Shawn the mechanic/owner comes in.

"So whatcha doin'?
"Working on my fourth book for the year." Type. Type. Type.
"Really. Whatcha readin'?" I grin to myself.
"I'm not. I'm writing it."
"Really!" Shawn the mechanic turns and walks out the door. He immediately comes back in. "What are you writin' about?"
"It's historical fiction." He gives me the thumbs up and leaves again. Takes one step out the door, comes straight back in. "About what?"
"My Uncle Henri when he was in the Civil War."
"Cool!!!"

That was this afternoon's conversation while I waited for Shawn to work on Mom's car. It's funny how a simple conversation, filled with enthusiasm, can get your creative juices flowing. In an hour, I wrote over 2,000 words on my story. :)