I’ve been reading in the park, but it’s getting cold and I can’t concentrate anymore. I dip into the French bistro + cafe overlooking the park from across the sidewalk for some warmth, and when the feeling comes back to my body again, I remember that I haven’t yet eaten lunch. I opt for the onion soup gratinee — it’s French onion soup gratinee, but the French is implied — and of course I go for a cappuccino as well.
Tucked into my table for two seating only one, I busy myself with pen and paper, pretending to be an undiscovered but talented writer, but really I’m just trying to brainstorm what to write for my next blog post of Blogmas.
The ideas are slow to come. I gaze out the window looking for inspiration. Phrases flit across my mind and I scribble them down. I play a game of Scrabble, scraping sentences together and rewriting them in as many ways as I can think of, but none quite hit the mark.
I twist my pen in my fingers and drum it in the air. I’ve sat at this table with an empty bowl of soup for long enough. The waiter is patient with me, but perhaps it’s time to grab the bill.
Suddenly it comes to me. The words write themselves — new words, not ones recycled from the word dump I worked so hard to brainstorm. When the bill arrives, I’m itching for my laptop at home, sitting pretty, sitting ready, waiting to share the next story.
Parc Bistro & Cafe
227 S 18th St
Philadelphia, PA 19103
(215) 545-2262
I either have no words or all the words. Anyone else’s blog writing process like this too? (ﾉ_ _)ﾉ
PS: the other time i visited parc, 2 days in paris, ladurée
PPS: I’m giving Blogmas a go! Let me know in the comments if there’s anything you’d like to see on the blog (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)