SToRYSPACE: The Hanging – Branching Off
Sometimes all it takes is a change of surroundings, a different environment, one that is in keeping with the mood of writing.
A stranger in a strange place, I sat in the new-to-me campus of a very different Tunxis Community College, awaiting the beginning of another Creative Writing class. Upstairs–unique because there never was an upstairs here, aside from the business office and the Fisher Building where we held our writers’ meetings and events–downstairs. But the Fisher Building has neither now, flattened and removed to make room for the new.
Went early to check out the parking situation–always a problem there and a bigger one now–and to return some hypertext CDs to the new library. Wandered around trying to find a way into the new building, caught like a wild animal in a net fencing that surrounded the courtyard with no way to get through, the library door locking behind me when I’d left it. Found my way in, requested a map and followed it upstairs and to what was numbered as the classroom. A cop sat inside; I saw him through the slit of window in the door. I didn’t go in but sat in one of the cushioned lounge chairs that seem to be everywhere, and pulled out the Mac.
Damn, no wi fi, no connection, though I sat just above the Cyber Cafe. So I struck into Storyspace, brought up The Hanging, and wrote a few blocks, a couple new threads, a plan.
Felt damn good.
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