Adam Rowe (findingthewords) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-02-07 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-03, aurora |
Slow down, this night's a perfect shade of dark blue
Who: Adam Rowe and Aurora Elias
When: Early afternoon
Where: Random ice cream place ftw!
What: Random meetings are the best, y/y?
Adam had been dreading making this phone call all morning. Kennedy, his editor, had been calling him all morning, insisting that he was supposed to have an outline to her by today. First off, she was wrong, his outline was due next Friday - Adam was scatterbrained and massively disorganized, yes, but he didn't miss deadlines. And he didn't want to send something out that wasn't perfect, just wasn't ready for his editor's eyes just yet. But at least now he had a better idea of what he wanted to write about - a man having to restructure his life from the ground up, a clean slate. Learning to survive in a world where everything had changed, much like the Light of May had done just two months before.
He didn't want to write about the supernatural world directly, as much as the idea of doing that much research into the topic intrigued him. Adam was the type to spend hours, days, weeks researching a topic until he got everything just the way he wanted it, and he would never half-ass something for the sake of getting it published quick. He didn't accept it from his students, and there was no way he'd lower his standards, either. If Kennedy wanted a masterpiece, she'd have it, and she'd have it as soon as Adam thought it was ready.
Taking his iPhone out of his pocket, Adam found Kennedy's number in his contacts. He was walking down one of the side streets, not particularly paying attention to where he was going, bag of papers slung over one shoulder. He was free of class and office hours today, and he could have a good chunk of the outline finished before the end of the day. Maybe finding a new place to work would be good for his creativity, and spending the day away from work and the distraction of his piano always seemed to help.
Thankfully he got his editor's voicemail, and Adam breathed a sigh of relief. "Hi Kennedy, It's Adam Rowe. Just calling to let you know that I'm working on the outline now - it's not due for another week, don't think I've forgotten - and I should have something to you by the end of the weekend, at the latest." His bag slipped from his shoulder, and Adam hoisted it up again, a repeated action that mostly went unnoticed. "Give me a call if this is going to be an issue, you know where to find me."
He glanced up at his surroundings. An ice cream parlor? Different venue for sure, so he could definitely try to write here for a while. If it didn't work, he could always try some place else later. Stuffing the phone back into his pocket, Adam went to go inside, holding the door open for a petite woman with white-blond hair who was behind him. "Here, you go first," he said.