I’m pretty sure I’m the slowest speed writer ever. I get so easily distracted. I’m siting in the Santa Monica Public Library outdoor space and its absolutely beautiful. There is this little mote that separates the eating area from the succulents and the short palm trees that decorate the garden. Also, I have my iTunes going and I had some pumpkin bread and there are pigeons. I’m practically a pigeon. Whatever.
Speed writing is just writing as fast as you can. I’ve been here about an hour and I’ve written 794. For hour two I will step up my game and try for more. Damn it. This is quite an accomplishment for me actually, because when I got to the end of one scene I didn’t just stop writing. I kept going. Here’s what I got.
A gnome in a painted red hat and blue overalls smiled up at me from his perch at the edge of a driveway. HIs shiny eyes seemed to wink at me when I stopped. 321 Green, his sign said. “So, you going in or what?” he asked. Or maybe it was me that asked the question.
Great, now I”m being taunted by lawn furniture.
The driveway led to a stone gate that I could see surrounded the entire property. An intercom was next to the rail gates. The sign across the gates said Center For the Advancement of the Junior Blind. 321 Green was a house large enough to be confused with a hotel.
The intercome came to life when I hit the talk button. “Hello,” a more then bored woman said.
My voice caught in my throat.
Speak. This isn’t Oz. She’s not the grand Wizard. SPEAK.
“I can see you. We’re not taking solicitations. Good bye.”
“Wait, no. Um, my name is Libby Taylor” I didn’t get to finish speaking before the voice from the intercom spoke again.
“Oh! Great. We’ve been waiting for you.” The voice became cheerful and light. A loud buzz went off and the gates began to open away from me. “Go through the gates and up the driveway to the front. Josh will meet you at the door.”
Josh. I practically ran through the gates and up the driveway. Josh would know just what to do.
He stood at the door in a maroon sweater that gave his golden skin a reddish glow. His eyes examined the ground like he was looking for something he lossed. “Josh” I waved excitedly. He ran his hands through his black curls. His brown eyes that turned gold in the sun. I waited for smile to pays his lips and reach is eyes. It would be my sign that everything was alright. I sped up towards him, almost running, my eyes fixed on his face, waiting.
His lips began to fold upwards, his cheeks rose, but the smile stopped there. I caught myself before slamming into him for a hug. “Hey, Libby.” he tucked one hand into his pocket and held out one arm for a hug.
I leaned in and pressed myself lightly into the open space between his chest and his arm. He rested his hand on my back and held it there, holding me and half letting me go. “Hi, Josh.” I said, my voice coming out like a whimper. I forced myself to hold my arms down, and waited for the fall.
Image: ‘Indiana Jones and the Disturbing Garden Gnome‘