While my daughter’s sweaty palms grip the plastic covered arms of a dental chair and she is inflicted with crazy kinds of torture, I sit, a few hundred yards away, in our local diner, somehow lucky enough to snag a deliciously cozy booth at the very back.
My intent was to hunt and gather, to try and squash three hours worth of errands into one, to rush. But, as we were leaving the house, my laptop somehow hitched a ride and I’m now imbibing on the creativity a morning away from home is able to squeeze out of my juicer.
It’s a writer’s dream. A secluded booth, back to the wall, a bird’s eye view of the little man who looks like someone I once knew, the adult daughter treating her elderly parents to breakfast, the middle-aged couple deep in some mysterious conversation that can only be cultivated by being together longer than they’ve been apart.
I relish the comforting heedlessness cloaked in hustle and bustle. No one’s worrying what I’m up to. No one cares how long I stay. No one wants me to stop. The server happily refills my cup as if as much to say; Yes, yes, write to your heart’s content my dear, for you are forbidden to do chores here. (I think she even had a glittering wand)
Now this is the point where we all imagine the sound a record player makes as its needle is abruptly lifted, scraping over several vinyl grooves on the way up.
I started this post yesterday morning, but just moments after deciding my waitress was in fact the good witch, my writing came to a halt. As it often does, life happened and for the next twelve hours, I was in the thick of it. Somersaulting from one thing to another, I never touched these keys again for the rest of the day.
But the good thing about being at this stage of my writing game is that I’m nobody. I have no obligations, no duties or requirements.
So basically, the pressure is off. I’m *too small to fail.
Photo courtesy of wallaadoo.com
*”I’m too small to fail” the slogan on the t-shirts the servers wear at my local diner.
Hazy Shades of Me 
There’s always tomorrow. Hazy…I think!
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You think? We’ll see. 😉
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Now that’s an interesting take on the old adage – too small to fail. Instant classic! Incredible isn’t it how the idea of time can seduce you into thinking you will write forever and then when presented with the gift, you mind does anything but give you the tools necessary to write. It’s all one big conspiracy, probably something they are putting in the water to stop us from being writers all the time!
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Life is a welcome distraction, but honestly, I’d relish a week of solid writing…NO DISTRACTIONS.
Thanks for commenting, Too Full!
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Too small to fail…gotta love that cozy corner and the great chats!!!
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You were one the distractions, Findlay…luckily, a welcome one. 🙂
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I must disagree with the ending to your last blog. You did manage to put me in the booth beside you–you described it beautifully. However, the statement that you are ‘nobody’ doesn’t work form me. Perhaps you are somebody who at the present time has no obligations, duties or requirements. Don’t mean to be picky–just thought I’d mention that–JIm
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Jim – I love your seriousness. I take the fact that you refuse to believe that I am a nobody as a HUGE compliment. THANKS!!!
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You’re certainly a ‘somebody’ 😀
I loved your description of the middle-aged couple in the cafe – very nice indeed 😉
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Thank you, thank you! You are so kind. ❤
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Where is this diner???
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You’re never too small in my view, Hazy.
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And you, are a sweetheart!
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If I tell you you’re not too small to fail, is that putting pressure on you?
Of course, in writing, ‘failure’ and ‘success’ are hard to nail down. I’d say, based on your blogs alone, you’re a raving success. You know, for what abstract labels designated by others are worth… 😉
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That’s strange. I had to approve this comment!
Anyhow…sometimes I need a bit of pressure…when it comes to writing. I am all too willing to fall into the well of despair at times and I appreciate (rely on?!) a little shove every now and then.
Thank you so much for the credit. It means the world…for what it’s worth. 🙂
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