Random writing practice on another Sunny morning before work

Another Monday morning in LA where you know that the clouds above will yield to another brilliant and sunny day. I was supposed to rain last week in which weak sprinkles here and there was great enough to ensure that I get the patio part of the building I work in, to myself out of fear of being wet. Not much of an issue for me, especially when I carry a dingy, yet clean towel to wipe up any rain drops from the black metal tables while others look almost amazed at my ability to use towel skills while other can not connect the dots of how I am able to sit in wet places.

Don't laugh too much, I've gone to tables soaked where someone was sitting at.

The sun is already bursting through, shining it's happy warmth on my face as I semi squint while writing this. People are arriving to work at their own pace as I continue to practice a craft that I am still not confident at as I tap away on the chrome book. There is a bit of SunTzu in my actions being here early, but also that traffic can be a nightmare and I do not do well to be on edge on the way to work. I'd rather have at least an hour minimum to buffer any delays to work such as this morning. The 105 was blocked and snail-paced while meeting the 405 and with a bit of maneuvering I'm able to get to where I need with only a minute of time lost.

With my bagel consumed and Chai warming my stomach, I stretch to find some topic of conversation that is my monolog. Somehow I always get great fiction ideas when falling asleep for a work day, but in my waking hours, I usually lean towards writing about what is and was. I still ponder if it means that I'm simply better at writing what comes to mind or if I can't hack fiction in any way. Not too worried, but something that does sit in the backseat of my mind as I contemplate my writing worth.

I made it practice with writing on work mornings while sitting out minorly watching people walk to the building and to Starbucks. It's a great distraction while exercising my introverted means of being social-ish.  I mean I am here in the morning and I am outside and I am watching people walk about, but I have headphones on and simply tapping away. I usually look for interesting moments, like that goth couple looking as if they left the matrix. Awesome outfits and bravado pouring out of them and worth the watch. I always wondered if I could just get up and walk with asking to go with them considering it looks a lot more interesting than sorting through paperwork and records requests.

Other times, I look to satisfy my 15% and 85% and in rare moments 100%. 15% moments are usually enjoyed with those who live too damn far from me and with a drink in hand as we engage, indulge and maul of fashion choices chosen by most women. Never cruel or used to hurt, a select few usually sit and marvel why such a magnificent outfit with glorious accessories was worked on when they decided to give up with the plainest choice of flats.  Other times we laugh at the patterns of either ughs, leggings, and summer dresses that the majority of those who simply decide to resemble each other. Very few times we are marveled by a choice in shoes or accessories where we raise out voices and praise them.

I rarely get those moments, but I do look in case it's seen so that I can share with friends too far away.

85% moments are also rare, but they're picking up. I don't usually hav3e moments where I gawk at women. It's stupid in some ways, as I can painfully remember those who even make a miniature mating ritual, read acting like a douche, to let said woman watch that she is and that she is going to be objectified with height chances of her anatomy spoken in ways most would describe produce. I've never seen a woman respond to said attention with, "why thank you, my succulent titties are suckable and I am quite complimented in the fact you'd like to release your DNA all upon them as I lick them up calling you daddy. " I know, a little too rough there, but I'm actually being gentle.

But I am in some sort of new puberty swing and I do look and force myself to look away if only to remove myself from any pool who'd look as stupid as mentioned before. Women are more akin to flowers to me at the moment. Beautiful to look upon and even a treat to smell if their fragrance is strong enough to catch my attention, but best left alone at the moment. I'm not ok yet and I'd rather not complicate my attempts of getting better as of yet with having to focus on someone else.

100% moments are awesome. It causes my mind to shut down and simply take in the moment. Having my mind attempt to communicate and create thought while one side is in awe with how stunning the woman is while the other wants to scream out how great her outfit is.

Like now........damn!

Woman in silver heels the color of her dyed hair in black leggings and a short cardigan hugging a figure that either was blessed by the gods or created from days worth of hours of work until persona and figure meld into art.

Damn, I have to share that one with a friend.

Not much to write really. I'm mentally ok at least until Tuesday afternoon and I'm not really chewing on anything in particular that I want to share, yet I do have to practice, no?

Peace and love.

1, 000 words at 35 minutes.