Monday, July 29, 2013

Now is the Start

New writing journal handmade by Faith.
A la my Instagram
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 The start never comes when I expect it.

September's hope at my shiny new home, my college, faded to a rainy, late October. On Thursday - my least favorite day full of my three least favorite classes - I remembered a Starbucks gift card of $4.77 attached to my key ring. A dear friend, having little to offer, gave it to me before I left home.

"Use it for an emergency."

Walking out of the fine arts building, my heart told me today was that emergency.

Remembering once spotting a Starbucks in the student union, I stopped by for a vanilla latte and sat at a small table to the side, where I could notice people coming, waiting, and going.

I can't remember why, but I had a writing pad my mom bought for me, and she never buys those. Writing had always been a love of mine, but I never found a story in me.

That day, not wanting to think of what upset me, I wrote a silly scene about a boy asking a girl for help in hiding from his sister.

Four years worth of Saturdays passed there, writing and expanding from that scene.

My dog days were over.

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When was your start?