writing

I'm in the bar, writing. Getting ready for a critique session, and, based on the last session, I think I've gotten in a really good scene. Of course I'm worried about the quality of the prose, since I'm hammering it out. but I think it's good overall.

And I'm missing R____. being here, thinking of her. Thinking of how it could be, but how it's not.

I've been chatting with the other R, and it's nice, because it is all so relaxed between us. A bit of flirtation, but no real tension. I wouldn't go so far to say it's harmless, but we are well away from the cliff's edge.

And on another note:
Everything seems so far away, the path is so long that it somehow almost seems pointless to walk it. But I must begin somewhere, but I still need to prepare. But if I take to long, well, then I fear I may never start. So perhaps a bungled start is better than none at all.