27 Mar “I want to travel”, Little Pepe tells me as he looks over to his backpack in the corner.
“Cool!”, I tell him, “I´m going to go to bed.”
He´s my roommate at Genaru´s hotel. We go on little adventures in the day. He is studying at college. He´s preparing to give a speech in front of his class. Earlier in the day, he had written out his speech and asked me to help him memorize it. I told him that´s not the way to do it–create an outline and memorize that. I told him to remember the important parts and to naturally fill in the blanks as he´s giving his speech; it is more natural then trying to memorize what you want to say.
“I got the girl!”, Little Pepe tells me.
Apparently, his speech went well and there was a girl in class that he liked. They are leaving to go on a date. She´s outside the place waiting. She looks mad and upset. She´s not smiling. I think she´s perfect for him.
“Where are you from?”, Little Pepe asks me.
Me, him and Genaru are eating breakfast. Genaru takes a sip of his coffee.
“I want to go there”, he tells me.
Genaru looks over at me; he can tell I´m nervous.
“No talking at breakfast”, he tells Little Pepe.
I have to finish up the contract and get it to Pepe today for his signature. I´m nervous that I´m missing something. There´s no money for a lawyer–we got to just try to do our best.
I look over at the poster on the wall. It´s interesting.
Genaru is not improving his English much.
He has an old textbook that I´m helping him understand. In exchange, he had gone to the local restaurant and told them that I would be eating lunch there, and he would pay. That day there is a soccer game on the TV. I watch it briefly before heading over to the place for our English lesson.
I tell him that I am going to leave but I´ll return at 4 that afternoon.
“No”, he replies, “say Te veo a las cuatro.”
“Porque a las cuatro?”
“I don´t know”, he replies, “you just say a las cuatro.”
“Ok”, I reply, “Gracias!”
I leave and head out to walk around the city.
I´ve made it!, I think as I lay down on the blanket in the desert in Arizona.
It´s early 2011. I had completely given up going through Arkansas. I pulled over to the side of the road. I literally can´t drive one more mile, I thought. I started the car and pulled back onto the highway. I don´t know, I thought.
You can´t pause life.
I went through New Mexico with the same CD on loop. There had been no energy to change the music. Let me just get through this, I thought.
Now, here I am in Arizona.
It´s hot. I had felt so relieved that I had pulled over at an exit. Looked for a quiet place and found a little spot where I could, appropriately, just get out of the car a bit, to lay down on the ground. I had called my friend to give her an update. She´s renting me a bed in her house. She wants $15 a night to stay there. She wants me to pay daily for every night that I stay there. I don´t disagree with this.
I close my eyes as I lay down on the blanket in the sand under the hot sun.
I made it, I repeat.
I wake up.
It´s nearly 4pm, now. I get up from my blanket. Feeling recharged, mentally, I fold up my blanket and put it in the car.
Let´s go, I think.
I start the car and head back to the highway.
Almost there, I think as I drive and flip through the radio stations.
This is perfect, I think as the tuner stops on the station, and I hear the song. I turn up the volume.
“I really like your writing style. The way that you use short sentences. I think it works well for you”, my writing teacher tells me.
It´s mid-2010. I´ve been blogging for a couple years now. I have advertising on the website but there´s not much traffic so I literally make like a penny every 6-months on it as revenue. On the flip side, it´s free. Pure profit! Fuck load of work to make that penny.
It had been suggested to keep a private journal to just write down my thoughts. At first, it was very challenging, but, in time, I started to really notice how it made me feel. I had decided that instead of writing privately to instead, with what I was writing, to make it public. #revenue
To be a better writer, I had hired a writing coach. He has me write every week. Send in my submission a couple days before our meeting. Then, on the phone , we review the story and he gives me feedback and suggestions. He tells me about writing stories and how to put together a book.
The idea is to, in time, have material to put together a book. I had put together an outline of my entire life. Then, don´t start at the beginning, instead start writing:
What´s the first thing that you want to say or write? Start there.
So from there? Why did it happen or what happened next?
I call him Little Pepe because there´s two people in my life named Pepe, and he´s smaller, in size.
“I have some ideas”, I tell Genaru, “I have a couple friends that travel.”
I leave Genaru´s hotel and start heading over to the internet cafe.