My first experience blogging was on Friendster (or was it MySpace?). Now, honestly, I'm a little embarassed to admit that, but well, before there was Facebook, there was Friendster and MySpace. And before I even knew what the term "blogging" meant, I was blogging on those sites. At the time, I thought it was a good way to practice creative writing. Or to simply use as a "R&R" (rantings and ravings) page. Well, the reason I even bring up that rather embarrassing confession is because for both sites, I called my page "Coffee Moments." That phrase or combined words always had some connection to me. Perhaps it's because when I think of writing, I think of coffee. Or because I always had the best conversations over a hot cup of coffee. Or simply (truthfully), it was those "coffee moments" that got me through bar review ... and the lawyer-me will always be grateful to them.
Anyhow, tonight, I was looking through old files ... old blogs (again) ... and I found my very first post of Maya and Dante. Whether I will ever continue or finish their story, I don't know. But for now, I just had to share this first narration ...
Maya and Dante
Where were you when I was looking? she wondered, as a swarm of green balloons flew by. Nothing like a quiet country road where you can watch everything moving past you ... but you, yourself, is still. Where were you when I was looking?
Maya stared out the window. Her life awaits her in New York - a new job, a new apartment, and hey, maybe new friends. But there is only one thing on her mind - where were you when I was looking?
In four hours she will step into her future. The salted almonds she purchased from the bus station will be the last to see the old Maya. She should make sure she doesn't finish the whole bag ... or there won't be any witnesses at all. As soon as I step down, I will start over, a new thought finally entered her mind. But the square outline on her jeans still remain to be opened. The creases of his folded thoughts burn against the thin lining of her XOs. Is she willing to risk turning back her heart for the few seconds it will take to read his answers to the questions she has been asking for five years? She has 3 hours and 56 minutes. Maybe in a little while ...
It was five years ago when they first locked eyes at a conference. But she didn't see him again until months later. And when she did see him she was mess in the elevator - hair up in a ponytail, Starbucks coffee on one hand, and computer bag on the other - she did not expect he would walk in. But he did, and he smiled at her. She never believed in love at first sight. For those who thought they knew her would tend to differ. But she didn't. Until she met him.
What is love at first sight anyhow? Romeo killed himself for Juliet who he rarely knew ... but who he swore he fell in love with at first sight. Is it your eyes that becomes disillusioned, making your mind fixated which then makes your heart pulsate so hard that it rings in your ears, and you think you're going crazy? If so, what is so good about it? What is so good about feeling like you're losing your mind?
Well, it's when he returns your gaze, and he smiles. All of a sudden, you're not losing your mind. But the once smoggy air is clear, the honking and screaching cars are a distant song, and the space between him and you is merely evaporated air locked in a bubble of emotion.
Where were you when I was looking, Dante?
Re-reading this post brings back so many memories ... where I was (mentally, emotionally, physically) when I wrote it. A long time ago. A very different me.
But more than anything, re-reading it now has made me realize how the story evolved over time. I guess it's true what I've heard about the process of writing: sometimes the story (the characters) begin to have a mind of their own and go on a completely different road than we had planned. What's interesting about that though is that in the end, we all still arrive at the same destination - the one we're meant to go to. Even though we took a completely different route to get there. Now, if you followed my M and D blogs you'd know what I mean - that this first post actually (unintentionally) picks up from the last one I wrote. It seems like I found the ending I was looking for. The beginning became the end. The story went full circle without any intention or planning on my part. And sometimes, those unexpected journeys are the best! ... Oh, the adventures of writing ... :)
Anyhow, tonight, I was looking through old files ... old blogs (again) ... and I found my very first post of Maya and Dante. Whether I will ever continue or finish their story, I don't know. But for now, I just had to share this first narration ...
Maya and Dante
Where were you when I was looking? she wondered, as a swarm of green balloons flew by. Nothing like a quiet country road where you can watch everything moving past you ... but you, yourself, is still. Where were you when I was looking?
Maya stared out the window. Her life awaits her in New York - a new job, a new apartment, and hey, maybe new friends. But there is only one thing on her mind - where were you when I was looking?
In four hours she will step into her future. The salted almonds she purchased from the bus station will be the last to see the old Maya. She should make sure she doesn't finish the whole bag ... or there won't be any witnesses at all. As soon as I step down, I will start over, a new thought finally entered her mind. But the square outline on her jeans still remain to be opened. The creases of his folded thoughts burn against the thin lining of her XOs. Is she willing to risk turning back her heart for the few seconds it will take to read his answers to the questions she has been asking for five years? She has 3 hours and 56 minutes. Maybe in a little while ...
It was five years ago when they first locked eyes at a conference. But she didn't see him again until months later. And when she did see him she was mess in the elevator - hair up in a ponytail, Starbucks coffee on one hand, and computer bag on the other - she did not expect he would walk in. But he did, and he smiled at her. She never believed in love at first sight. For those who thought they knew her would tend to differ. But she didn't. Until she met him.
What is love at first sight anyhow? Romeo killed himself for Juliet who he rarely knew ... but who he swore he fell in love with at first sight. Is it your eyes that becomes disillusioned, making your mind fixated which then makes your heart pulsate so hard that it rings in your ears, and you think you're going crazy? If so, what is so good about it? What is so good about feeling like you're losing your mind?
Well, it's when he returns your gaze, and he smiles. All of a sudden, you're not losing your mind. But the once smoggy air is clear, the honking and screaching cars are a distant song, and the space between him and you is merely evaporated air locked in a bubble of emotion.
Where were you when I was looking, Dante?
Re-reading this post brings back so many memories ... where I was (mentally, emotionally, physically) when I wrote it. A long time ago. A very different me.
But more than anything, re-reading it now has made me realize how the story evolved over time. I guess it's true what I've heard about the process of writing: sometimes the story (the characters) begin to have a mind of their own and go on a completely different road than we had planned. What's interesting about that though is that in the end, we all still arrive at the same destination - the one we're meant to go to. Even though we took a completely different route to get there. Now, if you followed my M and D blogs you'd know what I mean - that this first post actually (unintentionally) picks up from the last one I wrote. It seems like I found the ending I was looking for. The beginning became the end. The story went full circle without any intention or planning on my part. And sometimes, those unexpected journeys are the best! ... Oh, the adventures of writing ... :)
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