After one douche bag blew me off entirely, I came across a charming, definitely leaning left, five story walkup in Hell’s Kitchen. A stunning Russian girl with waist-length, black hair greeted me in the building’s doorway with, “Intercom speaker is broken so I come get you.”
We beamed at each other and climbed flight after flight of sloping steps. I looked at one average apartment. She led me up another flight of scary stairs. I looked at another average apartment.
“It’s a bit too far west I think, I’ll ponder that and call you tomorrow. Cool?”
“I like your shoes.”
“Thanks very much, I like yours too.”
And that was the conclusion of my first apartment hunting experience… I await to see what tomorrow brings!
In the world of writing…
I’ve been working a lot with point of view lately and I think it’s making my novel more interesting.
And that’s about that. My writing is slightly on the back-burner because I need an apartment NOW and so all of my energy needs to got toward that.
So let’s say it together my cult collective of all things colorful: