I woke with optimisms.
Going to the library on Saturday mornings to work on my novel has become one of my favorite things to do. The ritual I have established of putting my phone on airplane mode while I make the 20 minute drive to the local home of the work of literary geniuses, which includes a detour to my favorite coffee house, has come to be the thing I most look forward to.
While there I spent four hours both posting the first chapter of my novel, a task I am still both excited and anxious about, and began working on chapter six. I’d gotten lost in my writing surrounded by the smell of books other writers had devoted so much time and attention to.
I sat banging out word after word, impressing myself. This was the first time since I began this lettered journey that I was able to effortlessly put words to the page. For the moment, it seemed that the character’s personality was jumping right out at me and I was able to produce thoughts and actions from her point of view without having to labor over ever third word choice.
I was two pages into the new chapter when an inconsiderate woman searched frantically through her purse, for the third time, to find her ringing cellphone. She was disrupting the silence I so desperately need as I am an easily distracted aspiring writer, and didn’t seem to care.
I lost the writing flow I’d had moments before and it didn’t help that my stomach began demanding sustenance, so I packed up and left. I needed to start heading home to get dressed to go to First Saturday Arts Market in the heights with my best friend Nidra Not Nice (affectionately pictured below), to get content for our new podcast Petty and Penniless anyway.
We first came up with the idea to start a podcast one afternoon while doing what we do best, gossiping about everything gossip worthy and complaining about the broke existence we were calling our lives.
While it took many months of playing with the idea, we have finally decided to bring the dream into fruition. The decision was made easier when my normal attempts at staying culturally asleep no longer seemed to be working, and I recognized that I needed an outlet for my opinions before I became a stereotypical angry black woman.
It didn’t take much convincing for Nidra Not Nice to get on board. Forever the artist, with creativity driving her abatement from her recent oppressive main stream job she was more than ready to start working on her dream of become a self employed artist.
Surprisingly, traffic on I-45 South was agreeable as we jammed out to throwback hits from Outkast and Prince. 30 minutes later we made it to the event earlier than anticipated. With the art show being hosted in the heights I just knew we were about to encounter all kinds of parking problems but to my surprise we were able to find a space in the first lot we pulled into.
At first look, we didn’t see any people that looked like us and were starting to get worried. In today’s racially charged climate we didn’t want to take any chances upsetting anyone with our presence at a closed event but our worries were promptly put to bed when at the same time we both exclaimed “There’s one!” while pointing at the first person of color we saw. More at ease we got out of the car and made our way to the event lot. We were immediately welcomed by music from a live band playing across from a Greek food truck that smelled like they had some banging food coming out of it.
While the art show was not the massive event we had both expected, we were both surprised by the types of art and the reasonable pricing of the pieces we saw. In one booth we came across a vendor who was showed interest in my hair. As i’m sure it wasn’t her first time seeing a black girl with braids, I took this to be her way of breaking the ice to start a conversation with me. We carried on for a few minutes while I perused her fare and headed to the next booth. There was no shortage of wood working and pottery crafts as we snaked our way through the short maze of vendors landing at a minerals booth. We hadn’t had the chance to get into her tent fully when she welcomed us with funny banter and helpful information about the pieces we were looking at. I must say, she was exactly who we had come to meet. Engaging, interested, and full of personality. We took her business card and told her we’d follow her on Instagram before completing our course a short 20 minutes after we began.
While we enjoyed ourselves looking through the original pieces, neither of us felt we had captured enough of the heights art experience to call it quits for the day. We’d decided to take a stroll through the neighborhood to see what else was around when we came across these beauties:
Another hour later and we both succumbed to our stomach’s demanding attention, and stopped at Vietnam Restaurant to satisfy Nidra Not Nice’s craving for Pho’.
Look how happy we were to get food:
After linner and convo we decided to head home. I didn’t know it would be so difficult gathering content and then holding on to it so that we could discuss during our podcast. Thank the universe I love her like a love song so it wasn’t impossible to find something else to discuss. Feel free to follow me on Facebook at Petty and Penniless to tune in and get the low down on the full experience.
I’l leave you with this mildly inspiring sunset taken on our way back home.
‘Til next time friends.