In 1994, I would sit at the Hungarian Cafe in NYC trying so hard to kind of look like and thus BE a writer--my dream since childhood! I brought a spiral notebook and sat there for hours, making efforts at creating something in fits and starts, listening to the intermittent chimes from St. John the Divine Cathedral across Amsterdam Avenue. Today, almost twenty years later, Im legitimately a writer, sitting in a Christian-Jungle themed cafe listening to the dulcet tones of a couple ten-year-old blond girls on the stage warbling Before He Cheats on the karaoke stage while I write about FHA loans for a mortgage company website.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Oct 2013 02:43:22 +0000
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