12-13-2022, 11:11 AM
Shut Up and Write has become a popular support group among writers. There are scattered little gatherings under that umbrella, structured for an hour and a half, where the first and last fifteen minutes are for socializing, and sandwiched between them an hour just for writing. What you're working on is up to you.
LCF and I went to a SUAW yesterday on Middlefield at a coffee shop. But I wasn't focused very well. I kept thinking of TQ. The whole hour and a half I kept thinking of TQ. We were seated outside in a very good spot, but sitting near us, and not part of SUAW, was a young couple. Well, not a couple. She was married to someone else, and he was newly divorced. He was telling about all the problems he was having with his ex, and she was offering advice, or just lending a compassionate ear. Their conversation wandered. covering relationships of other friends. It was a major soap opera. And their voices were loud. We could have moved, but ours was a very good table. LCF suffered the worst of it, because her hearing is more acute than mine. Still, it's surprising how much I heard.
And I kept thinking of TQ. Of TQ sitting there where we were, armed with her stenographer equipment, and taking it all down. Then, after an hour and a half, getting up and walking over to those two and saying, "Excuse me, I'd like to read something back to you." Then launch into a verbatim account of everything they'd said for the last hour and a half. I even imagined them bailing, jumping in their respective cars to flee, but TQ, unfazed and relentless, following one of them to climb in the back seat to continue the account.
As for my writing, my standup routine is coming along very nicely, thank you very much.
LCF and I went to a SUAW yesterday on Middlefield at a coffee shop. But I wasn't focused very well. I kept thinking of TQ. The whole hour and a half I kept thinking of TQ. We were seated outside in a very good spot, but sitting near us, and not part of SUAW, was a young couple. Well, not a couple. She was married to someone else, and he was newly divorced. He was telling about all the problems he was having with his ex, and she was offering advice, or just lending a compassionate ear. Their conversation wandered. covering relationships of other friends. It was a major soap opera. And their voices were loud. We could have moved, but ours was a very good table. LCF suffered the worst of it, because her hearing is more acute than mine. Still, it's surprising how much I heard.
And I kept thinking of TQ. Of TQ sitting there where we were, armed with her stenographer equipment, and taking it all down. Then, after an hour and a half, getting up and walking over to those two and saying, "Excuse me, I'd like to read something back to you." Then launch into a verbatim account of everything they'd said for the last hour and a half. I even imagined them bailing, jumping in their respective cars to flee, but TQ, unfazed and relentless, following one of them to climb in the back seat to continue the account.
As for my writing, my standup routine is coming along very nicely, thank you very much.
I'm nobody's pony.
