Writer In Cognito
The vibration of the dying air conditioner in the car distracts her.
There are a stream of customers moving through the drive through to the right of her, anticipating the Holiday season coffees that she came to take part in.
She cannot quiet her mind to think, to organize.
“I have so many ideas just hanging from my pen.”
…some completed, some half way completed, some simmering in her mind.
“How do I put this all together to create an income for myself and to provide a worthy, creative and inspiring service to the world in which I live?”
Blog, website, article and novel idea submissions…she does not know how to get off the ground; she does not know where to start.
“I do love writing, so…and I do love my writing!
If I knew where to leap and how,…I know I would fly.
People walk past her car, staring for a moment.
“I just need help.”
The AC goes out. She drives away.