Lately I’ve been a little obsessed with LiveJournal’s Latest Posts page. I think it’s because it so appeals to the writer in me: it’s like eavesdropping, hearing all these random stories, but on a totally global scale. You don’t even have to go to a coffeeshop or cafe, and get settled with your coffee or paper to hear people talking about their lives: you just click a button, and it’s all there. It’s fascinating to go from someone discussing how their friend is visiting and they wish they could skip school but can’t to a new mom worrying about her baby’s teeth coming in to some girl crushing on a boy and only just that very second being able to admit it.

When I waitressed, I often said I felt invisible, and in a good way: people would say anything while I was refilling their tea glasses, or clearing their plates. I heard people falling in love, breaking up, arguing, laughing, crying. I was privy to snippets of rowdy hysterical conversations and ones so excruciating I couldn’t WAIT to get myself out of there. But everything I heard, over the course of a six hour shift or so, would mingle together, and then on the drive home, when it was finally quiet, and just me, I’d remember bits and pieces, and they’d become a story all their own. If I’d been an accountant, or a hairstylist, I don’t know what I would have been able to do with all that. I guess it’s lucky I was, and am, a writer. In fact, I need to remind myself of that a bit more often, I think. I wouldn’t want to be anything else—not even a waitress—not even on the bad days.

Speaking of writing, I’m off to (maybe get to) meet Ellen Gilchrist. I’ll let you know how it goes.

Have a good day everyone!