There are days when everywhere I look there is a story waiting to be told. Every song I hear provokes a plot and every person I see adds a detail for a character. Other days, I feel like I live in a vacuum. It's like being in a state of depression when nothing moves you.
I can sit in Bryant Park and watch the array of characters literally skate past me, potential dramas, comedies and of course, this being New York near the holidays, romances. Like the inexperienced skater, it all falls flat. There is something out there, I know there is, but how do I find it?
Perhaps my greatest remorse is the overheard conversation by some sixty plus women behind me. They were discussing... Bon Jovi's birthday. Add in their British accents and you know it should bloody well start the creative juices flowing. Maybe some things aren't meant to be or maybe some things just take a little bit more - like if I had actually seen them rocking out at a concert. Still, I have to trust that it will eventually come. Inspiration, like love, can not be forced. But like a single girl looking for the one, I have to put myself out there.
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