I am currently in a completely different place than I am used to. I’m not in the library in one of the secluded study cubicles or in one of the booths in the PUB. On the contrary I have currently taken up residence on the bottom floor of the PUB and sitting next to a window. I kind of feel like a spy as I write. Why? Well, for one I am sitting next to a window that looks over the entire campus, and two I am waiting for a text to decide my next move. Why am I waiting for a text? Well I would very much like to watch the new Big Bang Theory tonight with a bunch of friends. They are supposed to text me when they are going to dinner. That made it sound less spy-ish.
It’s slightly more secluded than a booth on the upper floor, but not by much. Especially with this giant window that I am sitting next to, I feel very much like I am being scrutinized. Which is probably a good thing for me. I have written before that I have an issue with writing when I am hidden away in my room, so I go into the public and keep myself away from any potentially time-consuming websites that don’t pertain to my current writing project. It has been semi-effective, the temptation is still there.
How does this help me? I allow my imagination to wander and allow it to put thoughts in people’s heads. Of course I am the only one who knows, and I can say that my imagination can be rather humbling. It makes those people think things along the lines of me procrastinating, not following the goal I set for myself, or ‘she isn’t going to do it’. Now the last one is certainly fighting words in my book. If someone tells me that I am unable to do something, I do that thing until I come up with evidence in support of them or myself. It raises my hackles, and forces me to push forward when I don’t want to.
Good job imagination.
Rough Draft 