A tub of bubbles is all it takes to fill the blank canvas for imaginary space of a story, or vision of desire. Though what am I to do when interrupted, by something not even real? Is the imaginary intruder of my bathtub writing a manifestation of writers block? It could be a few things.
A week ago, I took my fictitious character “Tesson” on an imaginary date, to help write him (as a Long Island NY northern spirited gent). Introduced in the 7th post, he and Lydia meet in the Guggenheim, play with food, and he kisses her upon the first bite. During a solo walk through Golden Gate Park on Bandshell Friday, I began imagining glimpses of him, his hair, his smile, his gesture when he leans in closer and how I could so easily fall into the warmth of his charm. Am I in love with fiction? It’s a good guess, as he is inspired by a dream gent unmet.
Feet into bubbles, decided Tesson will go “under the gate” and “over the moon,” I drift through steam into cinema. Though married to one wild idea of expression for the screenplay (that I will not spoil for you), other actions required scene sorting. Soaking, eyes closed, I begin to briefly review mental movie clips. Then out of nowhere, my film is invaded by one I realize might as well be Arthur Dent, just sitting there with a spare plate of food, a prop, in front of him. Why is he here?
Neglected since requested numerous weeks ago by its guardian, two days ago, I finally reread and updated my seven page top secret matchmaking profile which includes a line about a “Chesterfield sofa.” Overflowing handful of emotions, I thought what else could possibly walk through the door and resonate strongly as my current feeling? I stalled. Tesson alone is a romantic contender for my attention as written. Who else could possibly live up to my sexy chewer? If a thought mesh brought who might as well be Arthur Dent into bathtub writing, it could be I’m later interrupted by The Man From Another Place.
I tried to shift my imagination, though after every mental movie clip there was Arthur Dent, pleasant with his food. He’s of lovely manner, white natural fiber button down shirt with tonal stripe weave, elegant and nice, and something cute about him. I wish he attended to present a contract for my screenplay, like a real person - though not in my bathtub. He has a sweet side, so I should place him into a supporting role. I first imagined “the patron” differently, though I could cast character pre-writing, and add a subtle nipple piercing to him. He does not fuse into Tesson. Though they are intelligence equals, Tesson is a burning heart no Arthur Dent could match.
This journal snippet alludes to…
Fun Fact
Juliette’s favorite at home “fancy dinner” includes berries, part of a protein bar, and a well thought serving of supplements. Masks optional.