While going through some old documents, bringing up some old stuff, and creating an awesome nostalgia storm on facebook. I found this bit of writing, entitled “It’s late at night.” I wrote it about 3 years ago, and I think it was suppose to be a longer story, like something of a late night slice of life story. But I didn’t synopses or notes back then, and I’ve completely forgot what I was writing. Sad, Looking back I think it may have been a cool story. Giving my new life situation, I may find some new inspiration for this, and might re-write it. Until then, enjoy some “A Place Where Nothing Happens” era writing.:
It’s late at night, I’m restless. I feel like I want to do something, but I can’t place my finger on what. I remember I have a deposit I need to write down in my checkbook. It’s not what I want to do, but it’s something I need to do. I don’t work, not in the traditional sense of the word. I started a store on a press-on-demand service sometime ago. It’s a hit, I get thousands from it. Thousands for nothing. “Money for nothing. . .And your checks for free.”. I don’t understand it myself, It’s nothing more then witty sayings. Things that come out of normal conversation, or from mere observations. It’s not like they’re special, but people buy the crap for some reason. It wouldn’t be up there if my friends didn’t convince to put them up. It’s not like I’m complaining, I’m paying my bills with it, I just don’t get why so many would waste their money it, especially in these times. I walk over to the window, and look towards the tree-line, highlighted by the glow of the city miles away. I’ve spent many nights just staring off in that direction, I don’t think about the medium sized city, I don’t think about the woods full of dear and coyotes. My mind turns to most serious thoughts in my memory. My work, my true work. Writings rich and full, at least in my eyes, hided away in my desk. One day I’ll publish them, one way or another. I don’t need some big company, they’re obsolete to writers and artist with self publishing online services. Promotion is the key.
So many nights staring out into the dark world, why stay here? Why not go out? I’m no longer a child, I may come and go as I please. Who’s business is it that I’m out in the middle of the night? The police? Bah, I’m sober, I carry nothing illegal with me, and I’m awake and suitable to drive, I have nothing to fear. I grab my coat and my effects. I get into my car, the start of the engine has a welcoming sound, like the vehicle itself is anxious to go. And I’m off into the night.-Michael A. Nolan. Copyrighted 2009-2013.