It’s late and I wasn’t sure what to write about so I turned to my photographs for inspiration. I have taken thousands over the years so I decided to use the first weird picture that caught my attention for my “blog prompt.”
It’s a photo of the public restroom inside a restaurant located in Chicago’s West Loop. I took it in 2018.
I swear I’m not in the habit of photographing bathrooms, but the haphazard “wiring” caught my attention. It’s bad enough when wires cross, but somehow this seemed worse. I was worried someone would trip or even get electrocuted. I got the hell out of there.
Tonight, four years later, knowing that nobody got hurt, the picture takes on new meaning for me. I look at it and think, “God. That’s my writing.”
I’m not trying to be even slightly funny. The photo is an accurate depiction of my haphazard writing. I’m stuck on page 13, currently unable to come up with clear solutions to the problems I created.
It’s fine. It’s part of the process, it’s where I’m at writing-wise, tomorrow is another day and now you know why this is such a short (and late) blog.
Thanks for reading. Be safe! -Connie