Tomorrow I will be leaving for NYC and will be without my laptop. On the bus ride there, I plan to entertain myself with some lovely music on my pleasantly old iPod. I'll be listening to singer-songwriter musicians such as David Gray and Julie Doiron, ambient musicians like Hammock, Deuter, and Dean Evenson, and as for classical-- Brahms' Clarinet sonatas.
I'll be re-reading The Samurai's Garden by Gail Tsukiyama. (I first found this book in Borders which is closing this week, sadly. I judged the book by its cover and was right that it was good. I am giving up this habit, though, because it is a terrible one.)
I'll most likely be observing nature and the road through the window, happily, although there will be times some will not realize that I am actually happy and might wonder why I am so sad-looking, but that is okay.
I'll hopefully be enjoying the other passengers' conversations as well. And they don't have to be too, too careful about what they say (within reason) because the more candid and free, the better the inspiration for a story. It's fiction, after all, so no one gets hurt.
See you all next week when I will return to the blog and will begin reading The Art of Fiction by John Gardner and start writing a new short story!