Post by cara june bainbridge on Dec 20, 2017 18:40:24 GMT -7
School had ended almost a month ago. The family vacation was right around the corner. Cara was still unemployed and nowhere close to achieving her goal of writing a novel. Hell, she hadn’t even decided on the story yet. Her mind and notes were wavering back and forth on the potential concepts daily. The problem was that she knew she had decent ideas; there were just too many fragmented parts that would never actually work together in a story setting, instead giving her bits and pieces of multiple stories. She had pondered the idea of making it like one of those books or movies that spanned multiple timelines or consisted of short stories that were unique on their own but ultimately contributed to a greater concept or plotline. Again, none of them seemed to fit and she didn’t believe that was the kind of book she wanted to write about. The goal had been for the family vacation – the trip to the beach – to be the time and place for her to effectively double down and begin writing her starting notes. Everything thus far would have been pre-planning had she actually done what was necessary to get to that point. It was absolutely frustrating and she hated being defeated by her own brain. Being indecisive had never been one of her traits yet here she was. If only her writing was like one of her sisters, where she could boss it around and yell at it until it did what she wanted. Unfortunately, isolating her thought process was the last thing she wanted to do.
To overcome part of this, and mostly to get her mind off of literally everything, Cara had reached out to Susan to see what she had been up to for the past month. She couldn’t remember if her former roommate and friend had started her internship at the Ministry yet, or if muggle politics came before that. Arriving at the agreed upon meeting place, a muggle coffee shop, about an hour early, Cara was camped out at a table with her notebook in front of her like usual. She was at the point where she would open her notes, place her pen next to it, and stare blankly at the empty pages until something came to her. This had never happened before and it was frustrating. The last hour had been spent doing just that. The coffee that was sitting on the table in front of her was probably cold by now too, which was a waste. If she had wanted cold coffee, she would have gotten one of those iced ones. Rolling her eyes at the untouched notes, Cara shut the notebook closed with a snap, crossing her arms immediately after. She wasn’t going to let her ridiculous work get in the way of talking to Susan once she arrived.