9:30am I was in the library. It was a Thursday morning an easy day because I had brake in between two classes I had that day. I had finished my work half an hour a go and now I had time to get some writing done in two of my notebooks. I had the pen in my hand and was staring at the blank page.
Nothing. The words and story I had to write didn’t come to me. I was in a stupor. Fear gripped me and had me fearful. This has been consent effect on me for last few weeks and then someone walked pasted my desk and I smelled red roses.
I lefted my head slowly and followed the fragrance until my eyes rested on a girl seating down in a chair in a open cubical two feet away from me.
Her name was Cheri Williams age 19 height 5,7, eyes dark chocolate brown. Her hair night black cut short. She had a cute round face and a huggable shapely body. She was wearing blue jeans and a long light blue shirt. I thought, the first time I met her in class I few months ago that she wasn’t beautiful I had been wrong.
She was more then beautiful in that moment. She was my inspiration. Proof positive that God was telling me to keep on writing. I smile at her profile and my hand felt the need to start to moving. Before, I looked down on my blank page prepared to write now I promised to get her email before I had to get on to my next class.
Mom left me a fifth teen messages on my cell. All about it being paramount that I don’t mess Sunday family dinner get together. I messaged and emailed my brothers to find out what’s up. I get nothing from my brothers not even a message on my answering machine. Something was up. Whatever was happening at Sunday dinner at my Mom’s place was going to be trouble but couldn’t get out of it. I had to eat.
I’m not rich and my profession of choice pays just enough for my take of the rent money and my cell phone bill. Whatevers left I use for gas for my bike and printing up my stories. I hustle food off of my relatives and contract jobs on a lucky day.
Hey it’s the life as a starving writer/Lifeguard. I get more then enough inspiration for my writing though. This wasn’t the case a couple of months back when I was living with my Mom and I still was going part time to jr. college.
I hated it. Plus, I wasn’t writing anything half of the time and when I could pull out something during my brakes it was garbage at best. I would have still been going through the motions and writing the same garbage if I hadn’t met my muse in the library one morning.
This is my Intro: Veritas or True. My Mom said Dad had a reason for naming me the way he did. He wanted me to live Truthfully.
My Dad loved to swim and read. He was an English teacher in the winter seasons and a Swimming Instructor in the summer. He taught me and my brothers to swim early and read to us every night the classics, fantasies, modern fiction, nonfiction etc. My brothers hated grow to hate anything but fiction or comics after a while but I got my Dad’s love of reading and swimming. I loved my Dad.
He died from cancer when I was five in the early ninties. He lived and he died staying true to what he believed and the way he thought. I wanted just like him but my temperament and study habits arn’t good enough. So I went as far as I could go. I became a Lifeguard and full time Writer. I am rooming with five other guys in a small city apartment. I have a cheap laptop for my writing and study work. I’m happy.
It’s been a few months sense I’ve made my choices. My Mom and older Brothers don’t agree with my lifestyle choices but respect my choices as an adult. But, my family are a presistent bunch of folk it’s only a matter a time before the next round.
“The Pentagon halted its cooperation with Marvel Studios’ blockbuster movie The Avengers because the Defense Department didn’t think a movie about superheroes, Norse Gods and intergalactic invasions was sufficiently realistic in its treatment of military bureaucracy.”—
“We couldn’t reconcile the unreality of this international organization and our place in it. To whom did S.H.I.E.L.D. answer? Did we work for S.H.I.E.L.D.? We hit that roadblock and decided we couldn’t do anything” – Phil Strub, the Defense Department’s Hollywood liaison