Intimacy

I'm sitting here smoking a cigarette and drinking a Peach Fruit-2-0 and wondering what asshole coined the phrase "parting is such sweet sorrow". Okay, perhaps I'm being a little harsh. It truly is a wonderful line and I suppose that there is some "sweetness" involved in it, but some nights I find more sorrow than sweetness. Even still, I suppose it's not truly sorrow I feel either. I guess it's more like a warm resignation. My heart is filled to bursting just the same. It's late and I don't feel exhausted, I feel renewed. There's no feeling in life greater than knowing your heart is being cared for and protected. A man can sleep safely with that realization on his mind.

I went to lunch with Cammy today and we caught up. It was a nice lunch (Mexican as always, her guilty little pleasure :)) and the guy who works the cafe at Barne & Noble walked in. That's twice I've seen him in the course of 24 hours. I fumbled through some disjointed explanation of why I had to split so early yesterday. My laptop batter died ... will try again later ... really didn't run away because I couldn't write. Jesus, the mind of a writer is like a garage sale sometimes, I swear.

I wrote tonight while my lady sat only a few feet away, working on her laptop. I realized that I can write with her nearby (a wonderful discovery to be sure) but the television being on is a rough distraction. Even my muse has limits it would seem. No solid expression while Seinfeld and Friends plays in the same room. :)

Chapter Five - "Initiation"
"Initiation" was completed tonight. About 1300 or so more words done. I'm thinking of heading to B&N's cafe for a couple of hours after work tomorrow. Get a good start on Chapter Six. I tested the Dana's battery tonight by using it without the cord and the battery does hold a legitimate charge, so that will be all good. A frappacino and some creative time will do this writer's heart some good. Maybe I'll get to see her again tomorrow. That will do this man's heart some good.

Word Count: 29,585