Aha! So there is something!

I found this as a draft on the posting log. I don't remember now what it was supposed to be about, but I guess I didn't like it enough to post it. I guess it's up to you to say-- although even I can't think of much to say about it. It only gets curious at the end. It's said I wrote it in June. (No wonder I don't remember.)

The man was only a couple meters away, but with every glance of mine, it seemed like he was ever so more distant than in reality. The hallway was full of busy life, many people walking through the hallway in a hurry, others waiting in line like myself for their ticket number.

I was in a bank, waiting for my number to be called, expecting a afternoon full of bills to pay. The line was especially long for being Wednesday.

I peeked at the time, and it was 2 o'clock. Twenty minutes had passed since the wonderful man had entered the building. I wasn't the only one looking at him, for many other women seemed to sigh with every movement that he made. Even mothers with there children could not help but stare.

What's so special about this man? He had this elegance about him. Well dressed and not too young, he was in his golden years of the thirties.

He was nor in the line nor sitting on one of the chairs. He had been reading a small book intently, his glasses complementing his brown eyes. I was dying to know what the book was, but it seemed like a costom made cover made out of leather.

For one second I thought he had taken a glance at me, as I might have stared too long, but when my heart skipped a beat, as he raised his head up to look around, I always seemed mistaken.

It was only until I had 4 people in front of me left, that I realized he was coming towards me. Or at least I thought so. In reality he was greeting a friend, or a coullege, a very tall man in a suit, with the darkest pair of eyes I had ever seen. How did I not notice this man behind me?

"So you're ready, are you?" The dark eyed man asked.
"More than ready, Zac."

So long

It's been so long since I've last written something, that I'm reluctant to try to now. It's silly, but I'm afraid I have lost the possible style I had, if I had any. Besides, I'm at lost at what to write about.

Well, poetry is off limits at the moment. It's what scares me the most to write. OK, "scares" is a strong word, but I'm the most reluctant to write poetry, because I don't feel the natural flow to do so anymore.

I've had two characters in my mind for years, which started out as fantasy-like mascots and then evolved into a modern, more mature version, non-fantasy-like. I'd like to write about them someday, but I feel the story has become very sad and I almost don't want a happy ending. Isn't that strange. Me, the romantic, doesn't want a happy ending? I mean, yes I like bittersweet, but I hate those stories where you go through an emotional roller-coaster, only to find yourself finishing it with a bad taste in your mouth, thinking "why did I go over the trouble of even reading all of it?".

Besides that, I need to create a good backstory, which I haven't stopped to do at all. And overall I need to create a decent story to back up the characters, other than the already existent fleeting & angst-y emotions.

Basically I haven't made an effort to flesh out a real story. And it's pitiful. v-v

Eventually I want to get back to writing. It was very satisfying to post and see it here. Sadly I have no other record of the older drafts which I never posted on this blog, because I lost them with the last computer I had that died on me. Next time I'm going to either post it all or keep it in a CD. It was fun to look back on the little bits I had written.