This is what
I'm studying: second photo next to the cup smudged in cheap lipstick and
leftovers of disturbingly delicious slice of lemon and polenta cake. I ate it for
the first time and wouldn't recommend any other dose of sugar especially
whilst making those brain cells earning their glucose supply.
No, I'm not joining the world of neurology neither pediatrics and most
probably not the chiropody department. You'd have a good laugh at me
taking care of your bunions so I spare you the questionable fun. I'm
studying human brain for my work diploma as well as taking notes for those 90,000 words needed to make sense in attempt to get accepted,
revised and eventually published. So it's more of a killing two birds with one lemon cake. While my
work assignment requires basic knowledge of different brain functions, novel that has been shaping up humbly under the moody sky focuses on more than material in the book covers.
Heavy stuff balanced with soft inside of chewy polenta bits.
I found this quiet bookshop and café in one on recent
stroll to significant sale departments (floods or not, a girl is lost
without fashion opportunities on her budget), forgotten all about it
then got giddy with excitement to actually pronounce it a more
fascinating part of my work and simply wasn't able to locate it with or
without my smart device. Sad afternoon it was and wedged footwear a bad
option but persistence rewarded fresh blisters with a
note on the entrance door that the bookshop would be closed today as if it was a normal
decision in a world of hospitality and retail. I don't remember if I
made loud comment or just waddled away, next time fully educated with
closing and opening times I was the fourth customer to the service. Rows
upon rows of shelves of pre-owned pages, vinyl records in boxes on
freshly swept rug, trinkets from thrift stores at less than a fiver
playing make believe with the layout of the furniture, wooden tables
with four chairs each were my writing environment. I could spend full
noons here, doused in coffee maker's occasional noise and lustrous
reflection in vintage oversized mirrors peeking at the drafts from
sides. I let my controversial story shape up distracted by strong
drink and sweet flavour. I never really opened up about the plot, never
really steered conversations through chapters that eat up most of my
colouring, counting and spelling hours. So will not tell before it's
made into print (even as every occasion's desperate gift to family,
friends and everyone on my Facebook list) however setting the mood in advance can
still happen. It is controversial, what do you expect
from concise human body supportive material? Thrilling, tearjerker, anything
can happen if reliable source meets my imagination. Her name is Gemma
and will not settle for less than her body is capable of. She
could've been in much advanced stage, in yummier shape but I love
going back to what I've scribbled so far I'm afraid your pennies are safe for
at least one planet cycle. Constant editing is not a good companion for successful
ending. Americano can help, late opening times contribute. This
is what I'm studying at every opportunity. Sometimes I open blogger
draft in microscopic mode of my phone here to tell you about our daily
musings in soft English accent, some days I just sip caffeine without
care in the near neighbourhood. Can't tell how long until another chapter, bear with me
and my lipstick application technique. Until next time, noisy americano
maker.
