I’m here in San Leandro writing. Hey, writing in this blog counts. I’ve decided that I’m no longer going to take or spend money on any more writing classes. It’s a pretty bold move, and I’m totally saying this not out off arrogance or anything, but there’s gotta be a time when I have to tell myself that I have to WRITE. I mean, I’ll always learn, and that’ll never stop, but there also has to be a time of action. Going to plays on the reg with the sole intention of learning something and lessons falls into the category of “not writing”.
Hmmm… what means more to me. Being a writer or being a produced writer? I’ll take the latter. What’s the use of being a playwright if no one ever sees a play? Good. Done. I’ve answered one of the questions that will define my career path. And let’s be honest, I’m not in the position of wasting the time that I have left, which I’m convinced isn’t that much longer. So I just have to make the most of it.
Cafe Sorriso. Nice family run cafe in a quaint spot in San Leandro. Nice to put the navigator in God’s hands and let him lead me where I want to go. Sometime’s my little mind doesn’t exactly listen, but I’m glad it did this time. I think I found my weekend getaway. Closer than my spot in Fremont. It’s clean. Takes credit. Bathroom is clean. Feels tucked away. Even has patio seating. Hoping that this place will bring me motivation for hours to come and that muses will find me and keep my fingers from tap tap tapping away as they explore the inner recesses of my being 🙂 ooh, look it’s starting already!