Running away

It is so true that art imitates life. I've just proven it.

For some reason, I can get into the right frame of mind to write in the late afternoon at my local pub. A glass of wine always helps.

So I did that today. It's been a month since I've written a single word of my novel. At the pub, I sipped on a glass of Cabernet and wrote a chapter. Okay, it was a short chapter but an intense one just the same.

I got to the pub at about 5:30 p.m., so there wasn't much time before the regulars started to arrive. One of the local girls walked through wearing baggy shorts and a university t-shirt - not her usual casual drunk attire. She came by and hugged me.

"You look like you're about to play some serious games," I said.

"I am," she answered. "Just headed to the gym to start working out."

"Good for you," I answered.

As she walked away I wondered if it's a good thing to stop by the pub before you work out, so I posted the question to Facebook. One of the guys who happens to have chased me for the past few years since we went out a few times after college commented on the post. He said something along the lines of how it's fine as long as it's my beautiful self looking in the mirror. Did I mention he's married with kids?

So what does this have to do with running away? Well, it does in three ways.

First, I'm still running away from married guy who keeps chasing me.

Second, I ran away from the pub because the guy I went out with around Christmastime came in. I wanted to keep my writing vibe going, but he kept being in my line of sight in the same unbuttoned red shirt with the white t-shirt underneath he's had on the last two or three times I've seen him. This single girl had to run away. Pronto.

And finally, the main character in my novel was running away in the scene I was writing. She was running away from the people she trusted most who had betrayed her in the most horrible way.

I'm lucky enough to have people in my life now who haven't betrayed me. I've had my fair share of betrayal that I always work on forgetting, but I'm ridding my world of those people every day. And I'm happy that I'm in shape enough to run away any time I need to. I dare them to catch me.

Love to the single girls,
Addison