Today was one of those days. It started out rough, even after my first cup of coffee. Even though I wanted to write, my mind was all over the place and having a decent conversation with anyone seemed out of range. I needed to get out.
My Christmas shopping is nowhere near done and there are personal matters which needed taking care of like last month, and before the year ended, I wanted to get out and get a few things done before the en of the year.
First stop, city hall. I ran into my Commissioner, Ben Hasan. He was gracious enough to take a photo with one of the citizens he represents.
I left the Commissioner and headed inside to the tax office. I wanted to do a bit of research on local abandoned properties as well as properties up for auction for tax levies. It would seem that if the property is still occupied, the residents has one year to vacate the premise. If the bank still has a lien or if there is an outstanding mortgage, the bank has to pay the buyer of the levy the cost incurred plus 20%. Interesting.
I left the Commissioners office to discover the Mayor was having an open house.
After helping myself to a couple of free sammiches and shaking hands with people I didn’t know, I figured, since I was downtown, I would pop into the library. It is one of my favorite places to go. Plus I got to say hi to the librarians. I also dropped by Augusta State University to say hello to my favorite college campus counselor.
Pictured left to right from top (Mashell Fashion, Director, Augusta-Richmond County Public Libraries, Erin Prentiss, Outreach Manager, Sharon, the Administrative Assistant with pizzazz and duck lips poses, KJ White, Assistant Director, Autumn Holliday and Rosalyn Holliday).
Overall, it was a fun day. I even did a little bit of Christmas shopping, took photos of locations in my next serial, Prado Sloe, and had a lot of smiles.
The next time you are feeling down, get out there and have fun.
I write from a place that I know.
If I don’t know that place, I must go
to that place.
It is said, you never open a story with the weather. Look at that sunrise.
How can I not capture the hues and horizon in words?
I paint a picture with words.
Everybody walks past a thousand story ideas every day. The good writers are the ones who see five or six of them. Most people don’t see any.” – Orson Scott
I met him in Las Vegaas coming out of the Mirage Hotel. He easily, or rather a modified version of this wonderful man morphed into Pookie Jenkins in Bleu, Grass & Bourbon.
I needed to get away and have some downtime. The librarian and I left the building for a bit of fun in the sun in Nassau. I came back rested and relaxed with loads of new characters in my head and an adventure I will never forget.
Me on the beach in Cozumel. Yeah, I should have gotten my toes done, but in my defense, I was bitten by a spider on my writing retreat. Then the sand got on the nail polish…and the rest is just a lie. I was busy. I just didn’t have time to get my feet done.
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”- Sylvia Plath
Honestly, I got the spider bite at this cabin in Jasper, in Northeast Georgia on our Summer writing retreat. I think the moose is judging me. I can’t even remember where this place was exactly, but I know Siri and I turned down the wrong road. She was like, “Uh- Uh, Girlfriend. You need to turn around or become a statistic!”