Had a wonderful time visiting in the D.C. area but alas it was time for the fun to end and come back home. Once back home it was time to get back to work on my current WIP (work in progress/process) and realized something. A writer may not write every day but they are aware of the world around them, especially the people they see and the new folks they meet.
When visiting Mt. Vernon for the wine festival you could not stop observing. While waiting in line there were the pushers, the courteous folks who insisted your party stay together, the ones who set up their chairs to be comfortable waiting for the gates to open. Once inside you had to deal with those who searched for the perfect spot then tramped over yours to get to tables of each vineyard. For me it was more interesting to observe than to taste (the wine)...well almost. But honestly you can't make this stuff up fast enough.
Sunday afternoon was spent at the National Art Gallery viewing the works of Degas, Mary Cassettes, and Andrew Wyeth. While it was quieter there was still that "me first" to observe a painting. Granted there were some that I would have liked to spend more time observing, actually would have liked to tuck under my arm and bring home, realization and good manners dictated that I share the space. As I stepped back I smiled at the person and thought, ummmm how am I going to use you in a story?
Until next time, take a look around at the next public place you visit. What did you learn about human nature while there? You would be surprised. Then come home and jot down a short story. Even if the person read it they would not recognize themselves.
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