up with figs, thoughts from a bookstore
August 31, 2011
Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.
1. No one likes to go to a bookstore on a wet, windy afternoon, which is suprising. These are the sorts of afternoons built for bookstores, especially bookstore attached to a coffee shop. Still, it's lonely in here.
2. But I am not alone. There is a teenage in the kid's section who has plunked herself down with a stack of books and settled in. Which is fine, sorta. I get the impulse. Still, I be happier if she'd buy something. Because this is a bookstore.
3. On wet, windy afternoons, especially those where I slept in and can't quite focus all the way, like my brain is still wrapped in the low, gray clouds, don't lend themselves to poetry or wit. Also, this week has been long and soul-sucking, which lends itself not to fabulous prose but to quiet despair. All I have are disconnected observations that ache to connect, somehow, and fail.
4. Perhaps I should give up and eat my blueberry muffin. Or throw it at the teenager, who remains here and remains reading. When all else fails, loft a baked good. That could be my motto.
5. Not really.