On the Train (travels in Sept 2012)

Met a friendly couple from England at breakfast this morning.  They’re traveling up the coast to Seattle.  They’re from south of London somewhere, maybe Crawley.  I didn’t catch the name but that is one that shows on the map, so it will suffice for now.  Traveling by train can be quite interesting.  Actually, any traveling can be interesting if you let it, but traveling by train allows one the time to sit back and take in the scenery and people around you.  Air travel is more for those in a hurry to get to their destination.  They wait in lines, complain about delays, and cram themselves into a tube to be hurdled through the sky on a wing and a prayer.  It can be efficient, but isn’t what I’d consider pleasant.  A long drive in a car offers more freedom, being the captain of your own destination, but for one who travels alone it can be exhausting.  Mile after mile can drag on no matter how good the music you select is.

No, the train, if you have the time to travel and the flexibility to follow their schedule, is a relaxing way to travel.  Maybe not for sleeping, if you’re as tall as I am, but overall relaxing.  As I was saying, there are interesting people to meet on trains.  Walking out to breakfast I spotted someone in a light grey suit and matching grey suede top hat.  Not your typical fashion these days.  Not what I would think one would want through the wee hours of the night trying to catch some shuteye.  Most of the occupants were dressed similar to me, sweats and a sweatshirt.  I changed before breakfast.  Better to feel refreshed.

We didn’t talk that much at breakfast.  Our silence was interrupted from the far end of the dining car by a man shouting “Coffee! Coffee!” at the waitress, as if the world would end without it, or at least that his morning couldn’t begin.  She reassured him he was not forgotten, but I realize that not everyone appreciates an easy laid back breakfast.  Other than that, breakfast was uneventful.

Afterwards, heading back to my seat, I passed Top Hat again.  Up and moving, probably towards food.  As we passed I glanced back, taking in the ensemble.  I was a bit surprised, really.  With the top hat, and vest (or was it a coat), I was not expecting it to be complimented with a pair of ass-less chaps.  Even still, as I type this, I find my head shaking in wonder.

Interesting stories I’m sure, and as I said, interesting people on trains.

Dreaming Again:

I was waiting upstairs, looking for something. I walked from room to room, glancing in and moving on. I stopped at the room at the top of the stairs. There in the bed, covers pulled up neatly to its neck the body waited. It had been dead for some time. It was shriveled up like a raisin. A dry husk. If it had wrappings I would call it a mummy, but it didn’t. I stood there, leaning on the door frame, wondering. Would this one rise up as well, or was it too far gone? Too removed from the life that once moved those limbs? I think its time had long passed.

A noise drew my attention away and I turned towards the the stairs. In the main room a zombie shuffled by. I came down the stairs slowly, passing behind it and turning to check the kitchen. Empty. I passed the zombie again, sliding past it as we crossed through the doorway. Another shuffled in the corner of the front room.

Over to the left, sitting at a writing table in the den, K.D. looked up at me. “As long as you don’t startle them, they won’t attack.” he said.

I nodded, saying nothing. It seemed somehow normal having the undead wandering the house. I opened the front door. The porch looked out over a very tidy suburban America. I looked like some place you might see in Back to the Future, or Leave It to Beaver. It was modern, but too clean. Too much how Hollywood might envision a neighborhood. Almost like the Truman Show. I walked out the path to the street. No one was around. It was quiet. At the far end of the very straight street I saw them. A pair of runners, bounding forward. Those won’t be as peaceful as the ones in the house. Those mean to attack. I moved with some urgency, back inside, closing the door behind me. We didn’t really have anything to bar it with, so I settled on locking the deadbolt. I knew it should be enough. The wandering one was back down the hall, towards the kitchen. The other in the corner didn’t move. K.D. looked up at me again and said, “Just don’t startle them.”

As absurd as it sounds, I felt pretty sure we were going to be okay.

Blog: Clearing the Dust

It’s time to clear the dust off of my internet again. I migrated much of my online writing over to this site a few years ago and then proceeded to let it sit. It was a new home. It was a collection point. It was an archive.

It was meant to be much more than that.

There is some art here. I’ve had a few projects I’ve posted here, but nothing recent. Since my last update I’ve been dabbling. I’ve tried some sculpture. I’ve tried a little painting. I continue to write. I’ve even sewn a few more things together (We have a flag on the wall at work now in my department). However, I’ve been neglectful of this little corner of the Net.

I haven’t stopped writing. I’ve just been more sporadic. That and I’m working on a piece I will not be posting online anytime soon. It is still very much evolving. But I should be putting something up here. And so I will. Soon. (fateful words).

In other news, I discovered a new writing podcast, Writing Excuses. I had been curious about Brandon Sanderson’s non-Wheel-of-Time writing, and Amazon had recommended The Emperor’s Soul, so I thought I’d give it a whirl. This is not intended as a book review, but I did thoroughly enjoy the book. On the back they of course mentioned the podcast above, which I also checked out. I’m enjoying that as well. It is informative, entertaining, inspiring and motivating, all in 15 minutes or less. That is probably the catalyst that is responsible for the update you are reading now. It’s time I was back in motion.

Happy Day of the Dozen,
~wc
12/12/12