Post by Agrippa on Nov 17, 2020 21:55:26 GMT -8
Prairies weren't scary.
Only three sentences into the first chapter and Agrippa's fingers where already hovering over the backspace key. Open fields were supposed to be calming and illegally crossing country borders was supposed to be nerve-wracking. Agrippa was distrusting of fields and felt relatively calm about what they had just done. They couldn't write what they knew anymore. No one would relate to anything they authored. Writing projects never started out smoothly, but this particular problem was infuriatingly novel. They needed a break.
They looked up- first to the bus window, then to the kid sitting beside it. If Agrippa had known the boy would be entranced by his phone the entire trip, they wouldn't have offered him the window seat. The sunset painted the clouds fuchsia and lilac and bathed the highway in a fading golden light. It made for better viewing than an empty word document on a clunky old laptop.
Unbidden, their thoughts drifted back to their writing troubles. What was the boy was afraid of? Death? The dark? Some weird cryptid that may or may not actually be real? Agrippa forced themselves to not voice the question out loud, they had promised to keep a low profile, after all. At least until they got settled down in Vegas. Maybe they should have waited until then to crack the laptop out- it wasn't like they had gotten much writing done in the last five hours since the border crossing back in Washington. It would be nice to start writing in a new apartment in comfy flannel PJs, rather than cramped on a bus in a dusty pink blazer and dress pants... but it was two days, a few motel stays and many bus exchanges before that could happen. Agrippa wanted a chapter done before the week was out. Waiting would be a waste.
Agrippa allowed themselves a wistful sigh as they ripped their eyes off the natural tapestry of the outdoors and back onto the dirty screen. They tapped the back key until no words remained. The cursor blinked at them tauntingly.
Maybe the cryptid idea wasn't all that bad. They would try that next.
Only three sentences into the first chapter and Agrippa's fingers where already hovering over the backspace key. Open fields were supposed to be calming and illegally crossing country borders was supposed to be nerve-wracking. Agrippa was distrusting of fields and felt relatively calm about what they had just done. They couldn't write what they knew anymore. No one would relate to anything they authored. Writing projects never started out smoothly, but this particular problem was infuriatingly novel. They needed a break.
They looked up- first to the bus window, then to the kid sitting beside it. If Agrippa had known the boy would be entranced by his phone the entire trip, they wouldn't have offered him the window seat. The sunset painted the clouds fuchsia and lilac and bathed the highway in a fading golden light. It made for better viewing than an empty word document on a clunky old laptop.
Unbidden, their thoughts drifted back to their writing troubles. What was the boy was afraid of? Death? The dark? Some weird cryptid that may or may not actually be real? Agrippa forced themselves to not voice the question out loud, they had promised to keep a low profile, after all. At least until they got settled down in Vegas. Maybe they should have waited until then to crack the laptop out- it wasn't like they had gotten much writing done in the last five hours since the border crossing back in Washington. It would be nice to start writing in a new apartment in comfy flannel PJs, rather than cramped on a bus in a dusty pink blazer and dress pants... but it was two days, a few motel stays and many bus exchanges before that could happen. Agrippa wanted a chapter done before the week was out. Waiting would be a waste.
Agrippa allowed themselves a wistful sigh as they ripped their eyes off the natural tapestry of the outdoors and back onto the dirty screen. They tapped the back key until no words remained. The cursor blinked at them tauntingly.
Maybe the cryptid idea wasn't all that bad. They would try that next.