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Damn, let’s restart. This post initially began as “What I Learned Sundays – Yesterdays,” after Work Wifey, and my Cuzzo read it, the decision was made to pull it back. I will make special exceptions for a select few. This version has been amended also. Thus called “Reenvisioned”
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What did I learn? Well I had the unique opportunity to reconnect with the subject of my manuscript, Blue Lines. An experience that involved exceptional highs, and some lows, it also brought perspective and allowed her to become a “person,” and not this fictional character that she had been over the last 14 years, dating back to “When We Were Babies.”

Though a learning process, that did not bring “peace,” per se, it allowed me to see the forest for the trees, a strange journey, only because it was not “new” to me, but had never happened previously. Although, I have not yet confirmed, I think WW and I had this familiar conversation regarding a dream I had had in the past few months, and felt like déjà vu, that in the most important respects was eerily familiar.

It encompassed reconnecting with some of my recently transplanted friends, meeting new people both through my previous experience. Other than that, many details are not of import both publically, and because today is a totally different day than any last night and this weekend.

I actually like California again, being that the previous two trips, transformed it into a work destination. I also, experienced and intensive whirlwind journey, that included concerts, late nights, karaoke, realizations, Wine Country, a morning that began in Beverly Hills and ended in San Francisco only to be headed toward Atlanta.
Conversations, awkwardness, trying hard, being an ass, having to say certain things to get things done, smiles, jokes, realizations, partying…I can’t remember college being anything like this.

An amazing journey, that also gave me material to bolster “Blue Lines.” And allowed for the subject to actually have the opportunity to read it. However, I’m not looking for a false future, and that’s a major accomplishment, because I learned that I also “deserve,” for myself. And I also saw who some of my friends were, man some of the words bandied about this weekend…I’m glad your on my side.

Also, I can say and believe that my eyes opened…ha. “What’s in these shots you ordered us,” iPod song reference.

Now, with specifics…Damn Braves how are you going to let the Dodgers put me into a position to wear a LA T-Shirt?

Wow, although more perspective now, that emotional high I experienced was freaking amazing.
The low sucked, and I saw it could be toxic.

Smart Phones, the iPhone in particular, is a great escape/connector.etc. but goodness, they are horrible paper weights when that battery dies…come on Apple, fix that.

Late is never cool.

Prince is always great (I’ve now seen him 4 times), but I don’t know how the Lakers used to play in that building. And the encore was so much better than the one here.

It was interesting that I got to see the person that most impresses me, Kat be strong, I wish that I saw you another time.

I really believe that I have noticed alot more to give my character more insight.

Red eye’s suck.

Laying in a hopital bed ultimately make you feel better/worse about past events/choices. I feel better. (more of a next week post).

Dating back to the weekend prior’s shenanigans (since I had not posted):
Going to Apache Cafe, which was formerly Ying Yang Cafe, which was used as the blueprint for the “World Wide Lounge,” a pivotal site in my manuscript Blue Lines, was exteremely cool. To be patient, and wait to show it off, even better, because I shared it with someone who’s has read the manuscript.

To be able tp see Joi perform (as HotHeavy&Bad) at Pal’s Lounge, and open that up to 2 recent friends…amazing too. Her daughter’s name Keypsiia is used as my protagonists name.

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.