As I just closed my completed first reading of Jay-Z’s Decoded I happened to be sitting outside in the same location that I wrote one of my favorite scenes in my manuscript ¬Blue Lines. Although today is overcast and chilly as it was that day some 10 to 11 years ago, today there are puddles, but it is devoid of the peaceful downpour that drenched the land about the concrete awning that covers me once again. Also, I replace myself here due to the lack of seating inside similar to that day.
Today I am simply drinking a Black Eye 2 pumps Cinnamon Dolce, 2 Pumps Vanilla, where that cool Sunday morning those years ago I almost know that it was some sort of Frappuccino and a Toffee Bar.
How do I end up here at the Starbucks on Peachtree Battle that day? I couldn’t sleep, the rain was peaceful but I knew that I could be creative that day. But my apartment was not offering me that. I showered and dressed, and noticed that my roommates door was still closed, and that this morning could be one in which I spent time honing and working on my craft and the fresh creation of a time that was very fresh and closer to my thoughts than it can be now. Well, there were no Starbucks locations on the southern side of Atlanta that I lived in, and, although this was my second choice since the Merchandise Mart location was not open on Sunday, it was the store my brother would work at during his summer’s home from Holy Cross, and I was relatively familiar with the setting.
On this cold winter morning, I ordered my drink and tried to scout out a warm location. Again, with no seats available inside, I found this spot and began a routine that I would follow for years. I made sure to get enough napkins, strategically placed my drink and dessert and cell phone within reach, and found a space for my laptop and allowed myself to drift back into creating moments in my fictional protagonists Key…Yemaya Walker’s life. An excerpt appeared in the 11/30/10Blue Lines Blog Post.
During my writing, an older woman asked and took a brief position at the table with me so that she could smoke, her body shook from the cold the entire time. Me, I could have been anywhere, doing anything, but that morning my creative juices were flowing and there were more slated to be out…creating, than being in cozying up next to or inside someone.
But I personally believe, this was on e of the catalysts that help me write my manuscript, and found it ironinc that I was sitting in this same place today (12/21/10).
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.