On Thursday nights I am taking a class at UCLA -- not a writing class, believe it or not. I have decided to turn Thursdays into my dreaming days -- as long as this class lasts. This week I went to the Farmer's Market and set myself up for the afternoon at the Coffee Corner (apparently in business since 1946). It was a warm afternoon, but I got a table in the shade. I had a wonderful time goofing around with my writing notebook and people watching. I found myself very curious about what had brought some of these groups of people to the Farmer's Market. I didn't actually get any writing done. I outlined some, took some notes, and contemplated whether I like the protagonist of my novel enough to spend the next several months inside her head. I'm still not sure. But I did get excited about the lists of other stories I have bobbing around in my head.
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