It's day one of my 100 days writing project. I've been putting it off all day, paralysed by what to write. It didn't help reading F Scott Fitzgerald (Great Gatsby) on the ferry to Waiheke this morning. In my inbox yesterday I received an email from a lady saying that if you want to write, write for you. You can look back and say "I did that for me". And most probably no-one will read what you wrote anyway. That gives me courage but I'm overwhelmed at others reading what I write.
I'm at Waiheke with Miss Texas, a friend I met 6 months ago through airbnb. She came to make a new life in New Zealand but her lovely boyfriend, Jeff, came back to get her. We've been drinking wine since midday, sharing anecdotes, crazy tales of things we've done! Miss J has had a huge impact on my life. She's got the drawl and the attitude. My favourite saying I've heard from her is "Charles you show up here one more time without a bottle of wine and i will go from Southern Belle to Ghetto Bitch in a second"..She likes her wine and has a huge constitution...mostly she has a happy spirit and a can do way of being. I'm going to miss her in my life - we share a bond that is rare and one I treasure. She has my back, truly. We've laughed our heads off, cried our eyes out, learnt how one persons nature can balance out another...Miss J leaves tomorrow.
The one comment she said I always will remember: "nothing good happens after midnight" and I kind of disagree...
"Traveller, there are no paths, paths are made by walking"..