"Blah blah blah," he smiled, handing me my groceries. I smiled/grimaced back. "Bleh bleh bleh, eh?" he continued. I nodded, hoping it would answer the question. It didn't seem to, but I left anyway.
"Oh, it'll be great!" everyone had said. "It doesn't matter if you don't speak French-(more) they all take English in school anyway. Have fun!" Have fun. Have fun in a town that hadn't seen an English speaker since a bunch of GI's passed through, chasing German tanks. Where the idea of a good time is sitting for three hours drinking one coffee. Where the nearest movie theater was two hours away. By train. Sure.
And now I was stuck for six months on an agricultural project. Grocery shopping was still a headache. And I could forget about going out to eat. For a month I ate PB&J's in my apartment, but then my peanut butter ran out. Hence, the grocery shopping. I never found the peanut butter, by the way.
Worse, my landlady was sitting in the foyer when I got back to my apartment. "Bluh bluh," she said. "Blah blah bluh bluh." I tried to escape, but she directed me into the hall. There was a girl with thin, pale features framed by dark ringlets of hair. She cleaning the floor. My landlady introduced me, I gathered. She had her hand on her chest as if she were proud of the girl. Her daughter?
The girl stopped cleaning, ignored my outstretched hand, and kissed me on both cheeks, which suddenly felt hot.
My landlady explained something in a flurry, and I caught the word "American". The girl laughed, but smiled at me, too.
Once home, I found my French-English dictionary in my suitcase. How hard could it be to ask someone to coffee?(less)
The words won't come, but you can't force them. The keys on the keyboard won't press themselves any more than sheer concentration will push the ink out of the pen. Words are finicky brats and are quite easily frightened. They bubble up out of an intangible haze, but just(more) as you reach out to them, they go under again.
They must come of their own free will, these fickle words, but it's up to you to know which ones are worth catching. Wield your net carefully and don't be afraid to choose the best. Brevity is alright, but it can be quite boring. Verbosity is lovely too, but can lead to much confusion.
If you do have a muse, it's probably best not to wait around for her. She is easily distracted and quickly loses interest in anything you value. She often whispers of new ideas, new characters, new worlds while you're waist deep in a completely different project. She sees your schedule as more of a suggestion, and every time you start complaining, she gets bored. After all her job isn't really to be your muse, she's really there to be your crutch. She is both a convenient scapegoat and an incomparable genius. Is it any wonder she is so unreliable?
Write garbage, write foolishness, write in a stream of consciousness, write a grocery list, write what you love about your cat, write something you would never show the light of day; just don't leave a blank page behind. That is the only true rule.(less)
I had been anticipating this moment for days, maybe even years. She was everything I ever wanted in a woman, but of course I could never tell her that. I never had that kind of confidence. But oh, how she made me come alive. And here we were, alone,(more) nothing to get in the way of that moment, right there.
We sat quietly for what seemed like hours. Neither of us knew how to begin. The anticipation boiled within each of us. I swore I could hear her heart pounding even louder than mine. If we waited any longer I knew mine would explode. It was almost gone for ever when, finally, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Blah, blah, blah."(less)
There's the lasting impression of a bullet wound in his chest, memories of a blood stained shirt and the clamor of another soldier's hands over him, like it'll change, pull the bullet out with shaking fingers.
(more) Will touches it- there, above his collarbone. It's a miracle he's even here, standing in one piece with a hollow bit of his heart as missing as his best friend.(less)