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The woman with the curly hair is sitting near the window of the coffee shop. Coffee. Caffeine. In
the morning. They all do this here in this city. All of ‘em. All of the responsible adults. On their
way to work. Office jobs in the city. The only problem with this picture is that she does not work
in an office. Nope, she will go back to her kitchen table. Balance the laptop on it somehow. Pen a
novel. And nobody will remunerate her. Yup, she is a shitty storyteller. (Pardon my French). She
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Still she is sitting in the coffee house. A construction worker is coming in. A woman with her
child. The woman with the curly hair hates going home to the laptop and the sentences that never
click. She will write about the city. City as subject matter. It has to do. City as protagonist and
antagonist. Buildings. Bridges. Buses and trains. Lots of times she takes the bus to the mall in the
other city. She watches people. Sometimes she talks to total strangers. Maybe their petty lives
will be fodder for a novel. But she knows that she could care less about people and their petty
problems. She prefers to write about inanimate objects. Describe them. Describe the city. It has
to do for now. People do not like to read about the street, the moving train, they prefer
whodunnits. Maybe love stories. Cookbooks. Anything but what she writes about.
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There are programs that teach fiction writing. They are expensive. They take forever. Time and
money and a substantial investment of both. She will not do it. She will just write stuff and hope
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(302 words) The woman with the curly hair has 302 words here. 302 words on a morning at the
kitchen table. She wishes she was still in the coffee house. Writing there is easy. You describe the
different persons. The patrons of the place. The baristas. The cars outside. The music on the
overhead.
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The woman in the curly hair studied visual arts. That was her major. A little bit of everything.
But not enough to break through. After studying how to make stuff she ended up writing about
stuff. It is the natural course of art school. Academics will do ‘yer in. It happens to everybody.
Each and every art student. Once you start conceptualizing, you are done. You cannot possibly
produce stuff anymore. You can merely describe stuff and not very good. That is how it is, how it
is here.
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Maybe she can draw graphic novels. There is a market for those. But she is not good with
anything tougher than stick figures. So, no, graphic novels is out.
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How about poetry? Short. You just wax poetically. Read it to hipsters. In stuffy places after nine
PM. You wear black and favor turtle necks. You wear dark brimmed glasses.
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The woman in curly hair has 526 words.
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The woman in curly hair is awake 45 minutes after one in the morning. On the telly, there is the
Paul Simon concert in Hyde Park. In 2012. They sell CDs. It is a PBS program. An informercial
for PBS. Nobody in her right mind is awake in the middle of the night. Norman Mailer did not
work like that, now, did he? George Orwell, Philipp Roth. The woman in curly hair does not
know that many English-speaking literary greats. It is not a good thing if you want to write a
novel. You should know the competition. You have to know what you are up against. But maybe
it is a good thing. You know that there are a lot of shitty writers. Celebrity does not make the
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The woman in curly hair scours the web for online programs in creative writing. There are none.
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There are no good programs at fifty-four minutes after one. In the AM.
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CNN. The trailer for the documentary about Ruth Bader-Ginsberg. And now Anthony Bourdain.
RIP. It is in Italy. You get hungry just by watching it, just by hearing the word antipasti.
Antipasta, maybe.
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Wordcount: 745.
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Monday, September 3. So the laptop says. The woman in the curly hair sits down to feed her
words to this machine. She went through the moves, the daily routine. Coffee house and coffee.
The Labor Day crowd. The stillness of the day. In reluctant suburbia here. Slow traffic. Cars
parked, glistening. Sun outside. Music too loud and too aggressive. For a coffee house. The day
before she came upon this app for writers. It simulates the noise in a coffee house. There are
actually two apps like that. One of ‘em is called hipster sound. Hipsters are the ones who churn
out novels in coffee houses, plays, scripts, dissertations. The chattering class, the creative class.
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There are other realities. Realities that she should describe. Conjure up other people’s existences.
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The city is still sleeping. Well, it wakes up at the fringe but because it is not that bright as of yet,
it seems that it is still asleep. If we go down to the bus station, we can be part of the morning
commute. The early morning commute, the one before the roar of the storm sets in. The quiet
before the storm. The woman in curly hairs is wide awake since five, there was coffee already in
the coffee house, the bigger one. All of these coffee houses around here, sprouting out all over
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the place here. Coffee houses as subject matter of a book, maybe not here. Let s stick to
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the telly. The woman in curly hair was at the Fringe. A so-so show. Actually, it was really really
bad. Forty-five minutes of torture. But there were some good moments. Two to be precise in an
otherwise wasteland of incompetence. It could be rescued though with the right directorial input.
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Watching a vimeo film about the futures of cities. Very nice, very informative. But, let us face it,
it is three minutes to one in the morning. Maybe sleeping is a better course of action or inaction
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I can read from it. My new book. It is called STRIP MALL. It is, what else, about the strip mall
near my place. There is a coffee dive bar. Nothing but coffee drinks. No alcohol, they do not
have a license. So, it all stays so very polite. The place away from home where oldsters hang out.
Young baristas in green and black. All with the Seattle based chain’s logo emblazoned
somewhere on the apron. An apron for people in a restaurant. Reminiscent of mom’s apron. It is
there to market the homey feel. The well branded chain. Starbucks, there is a subject matter.
Because, let’s face it, what are cities without Starbucks? The theme of this book is cities, but
cities and coffee shops and strip malls intertwine. The li’l sub stories of the main narrative here.
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The women at fashion show. THE fashion show. The behind-the-scenes video clips. All collaged
together. No, better, to say, that they follow each other in rapid succession. Persons talking to the
filmmaker. Showing accessories. Their hairdo. The clothes. The cut of that particular blouse. The
woman holds her hair in a way that you can decipher the way the turtle neck is cut. Or maybe,
the back is cut with the extra flap, that cuts diagonal over the back, elegantly. The turtleneck is of
a clingy material, the flap is shiny silky. A picture is worth a thousand words, you cannot really
describe what is going on. But it is all so nice, so very behind the scenes. Behind the scenes of
the event. What is making the spectacular possible. You wish that you yourself were in New
York. You feel very far away from what is happening. Maybe you have to go down to the coffee
place in order to be all part of it. Part of where lights are happening. Neon, action. That kind of
stuff.
She still has her fringe membership. Live theater on the island.
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54 minutes ago she was at the laptop. And since then, watching fashion vloggers online and then
the real world, the coffee place at seven in the evening in September. A totally different vibe than
the same place in the morn. Three persons who are perched over their laptops and do not want to
go home. The baristas who are happy and socially interacting. All of the images of Seattle. New
posters about fall drinks. Stuff in pumpkin and foam. Mugs on the wall. The three coffee regions
of the world. Coffee growers. It is kind of askew. Your sense of geography is questioned.
Everybody looks down on a screen. Or a book. The woman in curly hair left her book at home,
something that she started in the morning and is already in, some thirty pages. A weird book. But
they are all weird until you can figure out what is going on. She ponders, what exactly was
She is now back home at the laptop, but she said that already. On the telly, American Ninja
Warrior. People who are so very fit here. In the back, the fashion vlogger, the window is still
open or at least the voice is open, is on. Somebody talking about “how cute”, exclaiming it
happily. NYC fashion week. These are all from February, not the new stuff. It is day three of the
fall fashion week, these on the other hand are archived You Tube videos. Heart shaped polenta,
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The woman in curls has no story line as of yet. And maybe she never will have one. The inability
coffee places, restaurants. People on the bus. A woman on the telly, running. Jumping, falling.
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The day before she, the woman in curls, watched performances on the island. Two in a row. Two
days before that she had watched one. So, in total, she watched three performances over the
course of three days. With one day of pause in-between the days that she was part of an audience.
All performances were in the afternoon. One was at one in the afternoon, and two of ‘em were at
two in the afternoon. One was on a weekday and two of ‘em were on the weekend, on a
Saturday. One was on a sunny day and one was on a tad more rainy day. When there was rain in
the morning but sunniness during the day. These were all performances in September, by theater
groups from out of town. All were from down South, though one of them had done performances
in Australia and in England. These were all repeat performances. They had toured with the
Fringe. Or not with the Fringe, they had performed at universities in stand-alone performances
about the subject matter at hand. One was about beer drinking, one was about women in science
and one was basically a pantomime a la Marcel Morceau. One was a piece with one actor, one
had two actors and one had four actors, well, three and someone that played music. The
audiences were twenty persons once, fifty the next time and one hundred the other time. The
ticket price was half-priced twice and full-priced once. You had to pay a membership for being
part of the festival. So, all in all this cost thirty bucks Canadian for three hours of live
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entertainment. Pretty steep when compared to catching a movie. But ok for theater. Though one
can catch a free talk at any time in the city, though they are usually later in the day.
In the end, you clapped. At one of the performances, people stood up at the end and clapped
enthusiastically. On the other hand of the spectrum, the reaction of the audience was lukewarm,
and it seemed as if people wanted to leave but were trapped in their places. Nobody threw foul
eggs or tomatoes but it seemed as if they would boo at any moment. The reaction of the people in
the audience was either-or, totally polarized. Some people hated it and others loved it. There was
no in-between, the reaction was either-or, pass or fail. The other ones, the other shows were
entertaining for everyone, the controversial parts were in-between, not harsh enough.
Theater in 2018, what with all the free entertainment everywhere. Telly, a walk thru the city, a
Being entertained by total strangers. The history of theater. Which informs the performances. All
are basically experimental ways of drama, and all are loosely tied in with academic institutions.
One of the performers had a bachelor’s degree from NYU in experimental theater. His was the
worst, apparently, they teach a lot of academics but not enough ways of relating to an audience.
On the other hand, his work was very physical, he had worked with cirque de soleil for eight
years. Had been on tour. Which was kind of weird, the person who had the most severe academic
training was actually the most hands-on physical person, borderline acrobatic, it was like
watching the Olympics, you could see that this person was very well-trained, physically, that he
did stuff that was extraordinary, not movements that regular people can do. He was just very very
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