Friday, August 6, 2010
Notes from the Sequel...
I am in the process of researching my next book. From time to time I will introduce the characters, so that you will be familiar with them when the book comes out....
I am listening to the well-coiffed Asian lady I always see at Starbucks or the Borders in the ritzy section of town, tell her familiar stories. They are familiar because I hear them at least 3 times a week. She sits in coffee shops, waiting to accost someone to whom she can tell her tales.
They might be interesting the first time you hear them. Stories from a well-traveled, well- trained opera singer, laced with curse words can be engrossing at first.
Then it just becomes very sad. Perhaps it hits too close to home for me. I have been her at least a couple of times, lonely, bored, reliving a past, or maybe imagined life. She is a widow. My boyfriend, DB says, “I don’t blame him.”
DB simply puts on his earphones,as she starts one of her stories saying, “I’ve heard this before. Like word for word.”
It is all too familiar. You watch her victim smile pleasantly at first, then the smile changes to a plastic mask, as they are wondering when they can interrupt her monologue to get back to whatever they were working on.
Posted by Brooke at 10:26 AM